Unless he dined on dirt an' stwones.
"Well," zaid the crow, "why don't ye eat?"
"Eat what, I wonder!" zaid the heäiry plougher.
A-brislèn up an' lookèn rather zour;
"I don't think dirt an' flints be any treat."
"Well," zaid the crow, "why you be blind.
What! don't ye zee how thick the corn do lie
Among the dirt? An' don't ye zee how I
Do pick up all that you do leäve behind?
I'm zorry that your bill should be so snubby."