Poor Crow!

Give me something to eat,

   Good people, I pray;

I have really not had

   One mouthful today!

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.