TWO OLD CROWS.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 7, 18 February 1893, Page 168

TWO OLD CROWS.

Two old crows confabulous sat perched upon a tree, And all their talk lugubrious was overheard by me. Said one old crow to t’ other, and doleful dropped its jaw, Things aren’t as they us’d to be ! Caw, caw, caw.

Said t’ other crow to this crow, there’s the devil to pay ; Things get worse and mixeder every mortal day ! New corn is mouldy on the stalk, it sours in my craw, Alas, the world’s degenerate ! Caw, caw, caw.

Said this crow to t’ other crow, when you and I were young, Sweeter far than mocking birds—no crows so tuneful sung ; But now the times are out of joint, crows’ throats have got a claw, Bronchitis, asthma, or la grippe ? Caw, caw, caw !

Said t’other crow to this crow, alas, aday, alack, We never see a white crow now, ev’ry crow is black ! Crows as white as daisies were plentiful as straw ! Oh, dear, what are we coming to ? Caw, caw, caw !

Said this crow to t’other crow, the great crows are all dead ; Crow oratory, statesmanship, and virtue, too, have fled ; We’ve fallen on an evil day ; a crow’s but a jackdaw ! We have no crows of genius now ! Caw, caw, caw !

Said t’other crow to tlis crow, suppose we take a fly ; Ah, would that the whole race ot crows were as you and I ! Then those crows went sailing off, till I no longer saw The flapping of their wings, but heard caw, caw, caw ! R. J. Roberts.