Poor Crow!
Give me something to eat,
Good people, I pray;
I have really not had
One mouthful to-day!
I am hungry and cold,
And last night I dreamed
A scarecrow had caught me—
Good land, how I screamed!
Of one little children
And six ailing wives
(No, one wife and six children),
Not one of them thrives.
So pity my case,
Dear people, I pray;
I’m honest, and really
I’ve come a long way.