And belonged to the family Crow;
He’d scorn to claim
Any part of the fame
That is theirs wherever you go.
| So he has stuck to the field And watched the corn, And been watched by the crows from the hill; Till at length they’re gone, And so is the corn— They away, and it to the mill. Now the work is done, And it’s time for play, For which John is glad I know; For though made of hay, If he could he would say, “It’s stupid to be a scarecrow.” But though it is stupid, And though it is slow, To fill such an humble position; To be a good scarecrow Is better I know Than to scorn a lowly condition. | |
NO KIN TO JOHN.
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