And chattered away with glee, with glee,
As he saw the old farmer go out to sow,
And he cried, “It’s all for me, for me!
“Look, look, how he scatters his seeds around;
He’s tremendously kind to the poor, the poor;
If he’d empty it down in a pile on the ground.
I could find it much better, I’m sure, I’m sure!
“I’ve learned all the tricks of this wonderful man,
Who shows such regard for the crow, the crow,
That he lays out his grounds on a regular plan,