Child life: a collection of poems . little chicks, I 11 take a walk with you. Hollo ! said the barn-door cock, Cock-a-doodle-do ! — Aunt Effies THE CROWS CHILDREN. A HUNTSMAN, Ijcaring his gun afield. Went whistling merrily ;When he heard the blackest of black Call out from a withered tree : — You are going to kill the thievish birds. And I would if I were you ;But you mustnt touch my family, Whatever else you do ! I m only going to kill the birds That are eating up my croj) ;And if your young ones do such things, Be sure they 11 have to stop. 0, said the crow, my children Are
Child life: a collection of poems . little chicks, I 11 take a walk with you. Hollo ! said the barn-door cock, Cock-a-doodle-do ! — Aunt Effies THE CROWS CHILDREN. A HUNTSMAN, Ijcaring his gun afield. Went whistling merrily ;When he heard the blackest of black Call out from a withered tree : — You are going to kill the thievish birds. And I would if I were you ;But you mustnt touch my family, Whatever else you do ! I m only going to kill the birds That are eating up my croj) ;And if your young ones do such things, Be sure they 11 have to stop. 0, said the crow, my children Are the best ones ever born ;There is nt one among them all Would steal a grain of corn. 195 CHILD LIFE. But how shall I know which ones they are ? Do they resemble you ? 0 no, said the crow, theyre the prettiest birds, And the whitest that ever flew ! So off went the sportsman, whistling. And off, too, went his gun ;And its starthng 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
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