She with her house her body screens,
Nor can be hurt by any means.
A Carrion Crow came by that way,
“You’ve got,” says she, “a luscious prey;
But soon its weight will make you rue,
Unless I show you what to do.”
The captor promising a share,
She bids her from the upper air
To dash the shell against a rock,
Which would be sever’d by the shock.