Robber Hawk hung limp from the Toyman's hand.
His dark brown feathers never stirred. His white breast with its dark bars and patches never moved.
"Robber Hawk," spoke the Toyman, "your old curved beak will never feed on any more good chicken."
Then he turned to the children.
"We must bury him by Jim Crow."
So Jehosophat, Marmaduke, Hepzebiah, Rover, Brownie, Wienerwurst and the Toyman marched with Robber Hawk on towards the cornfield.
There by the side of Jim Crow they buried him.
And the Toyman took two pieces of wood. On these he cut with his knife:
JIM CROW
KILLED 1918
THIEF
ROBBER HAWK
KILLED 1918
THIEF AND MURDERER