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Rh Ah me, what a sight for a helpless young boy, A father and mother both dead! Yet the hard-hearted landlord soon turn'd me adrift, To roam and to beg for my bread. Then pity, kind ladies, the poor orphan boy, That has not a friend or a home; Who is browbeat and scolded wherever he goes, And wanders forlorn and alone.

 

a dairy one day There had ventured to stray A prying and pilfering crow, To get what she could, And fly off to the wood, To her nest on the top of a bough.

There looking about, She soon spied out A newly cut slice from a cheese; "Ah, ah, now," said she, "This will just do for me So away she flew off with her prize.

A Fox who stood by, And had noticed her fly, Thought, "Come, Mistress Crow, let me see! For a Crow this may do, But I'm fond of cheese too!" So he came and stood under the tree. 