Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940, ed · New York, L. A. Noble · leaf 146
THE CROW To a dairy a crow Having ventured to go,Some food for her young ones to seek, Flew up in the trees With a fine piece of cheeseWhich she joyfully held in her beak. A fox who lived nighTo the tree saw her fly, And to share in the prize made a vow!For having just dinedHe for cheese felt… … The Clouds The Clouds 125 Tis a very fine day; (Not a word did she say)The wind, I believe, maam, is south. A fine harvest for peas. He then looked at the cheese,But the crow did not open her mouth. Sly Reynard, not tired, Her plumage admired,And said: Ah, how brilliant its hue! The voice must be…
Children's poetry
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