Friendly bandit, Robin Hood,
Judge and jury of the wood,
Or Captain Kidd of sable quill,
Hiding treasures in the hill,
Nature made thee for each season,
Gave thee wit for ample reason,
Good crow wit that's always burnished
Like the coat her care has furnished.
May thy numbers ne'er diminish,
I'll befriend thee till life's finish.
May I never cease to meet thee,
May I never have to eat thee.
And mayest thou never have to fare so
That thou playest the part of scarecrow.