Ballads for little folk . startling echoes never ceased Again till the day was done. And the old crow sat untroubled, Cawing away in her nook;For she said, Hell never kill my birds, Since I told him how they look. Now there s the hawk, my neighbor,Shell see what she will see, soon ;And that saucy, whistling blackbirdMay have to change his tune ! When, lo ! she saw the hunter Taking his homeward track,With a string of crows as long as his gun, Hanging clown his back. Alack, alack ! said the mother, What in the world have you done ?You promised to spare my pretty birds,And youve killed them ever
Ballads for little folk . startling echoes never ceased Again till the day was done. And the old crow sat untroubled, Cawing away in her nook;For she said, Hell never kill my birds, Since I told him how they look. Now there s the hawk, my neighbor,Shell see what she will see, soon ;And that saucy, whistling blackbirdMay have to change his tune ! When, lo ! she saw the hunter Taking his homeward track,With a string of crows as long as his gun, Hanging clown his back. Alack, alack ! said the mother, What in the world have you done ?You promised to spare my pretty birds,And youve killed them every one. 160 The Croius Children. k Your birds ! said the puzzled hunter; Why, I found them in my corn ;And besides, they are black and uglyAs any that ever were born! Get out of my sight, you stupid ! Said the angriest of crows ; How good and fair her children are,There s none but a parent knows ! Ah ! I see, I see, said the hunter, But not as you do, quite ;It takes a mother to be so blindShe cant tell black from white !.
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