The Fox and the Crow

Mark Two

Bobby Crow had learnt his lesson

And had taught it well to his son

Make sure before you ope your beak

That you’ve thought of what you will speak

Chew over your words and your thought

So you will not like me get caught.

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Crowlet, like daddy Crow did once

Found a juicy morsel by chance

He found a quiet shady branch

To indulge in his sav’ry lunch

But history repeating itself

Foxy Fox caught sight of his pelf

I’ll soon make this my own he vowed

I’m so crafty so well-endowed.

Oh handsome Crow you’re such a beau

You no need no face-lift, catch my drift?

For my recherché neologies

I proffer no apologies

In truth sir, if your warblement

Is worth half your feathery garment

You must indubitably be

The phoenix of this our forest

But, not putting you to the test

Can I beg for a samplement?

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The fellow thinks I’m naive, callow

Mused to himself our l’il crow

He doesn’t know that my daddy

Warn’d me that he was a baddy.

He thinks I’ll fall into his trap

Look how his mouth’s like a leaky tap.

I truly execrate his kind

I’ll give him a piece of my mind

But I’ll weigh my words and my thought

So like dad I won’t be caught:

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Sir Fox your malicious intent

Is to me clear and transparent

Think your flattery will make me

Ope my beak, for who d’you take me?

I was not born yesterday

Your poor stale tricks are so passé.

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The words of his rebuke in his head

He mulled, weighed and rehearsed

And finding them fitting and apt

He snapped_

Sir Fox…Oh foxx!