THE crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He cares not to meet us wherever we go; He cares not for man, beast, friend, nor foe, For nothing will eat him he well doth know. Know -- know! you great black crow! It's a comfort to feel like a great black crow! The crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He loves the fat meadow -- his taste is low; He loves the fat worms, and he dines in a row With fifty fine cousins all black as a sloe. Sloe -- sloe! you great black crow! But it's jolly to fare like a great black crow! The crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He never gets drunk on the rain or snow; He never gets drunk, but he never says no! If you press him to tipple ever so. So -- so! you great black crow! It's an honour to soak like a great black crow! The crow -- the crow! the great black crow! He lives for a hundred year and mo'; He lives till he dies, and he dies as slow As the morning mists down the hill that go. Go -- go! you great black crow! But it's fine to live and die like a great black crow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD LEM by STERLING ALLEN BROWN DE PROFUNDIS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OF A BAD SINGER; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WORDLY WISE (10) by MOTHER GOOSE TWO SKETCHES: 1. H.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |