Ah me, what a sight for a helpless young boy,
A father and mother both dead!
Yet the hard-hearted landlord soon turn'd me adrift,
To roam and to beg for my bread.
Then pity, kind ladies, the poor orphan boy,
That has not a friend or a home;
Who is browbeat and scolded wherever he goes,
And wanders forlorn and alone.
56. The Fox and the Crow.
In a dairy one day
There had ventured to stray
A prying and pilfering crow,
To get what she could,
And fly off to the wood,
To her nest on the top of a bough.
There looking about,
She soon spied out
A newly cut slice from a cheese;
"Ah, ah, now," said she,
"This will just do for me
So away she flew off with her prize.
A Fox who stood by,
And had noticed her fly,
Thought, "Come, Mistress Crow, let me see!
For a Crow this may do,
But I'm fond of cheese too!"
So he came and stood under the tree.
