The Fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted, in his nest: Brother Crow, dont you remember me? Its your old friend Fox with a humble request. If you could share just a modest piece, seeing as I distracted that awful man... This failed to persuade the Crow in the least, so the Fox rethought his plan: Then, if your lovely song would grace my ears, or, to even hear you speak would ease my pains and fears. The Crow looked down with the candy in his beak. Your poems of wisdom, my Good Crow, what a paradise they bring! This flattery pleased the proud bird so, he opened his mouth and began to sing: Your subtle acclamations true, best to give praise where praise is due. Every Rook and Jay in the Corvidae has been Raven about me too! They admire me, one and all... must be the passion in my Caw, my slender bill, known through the Escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw...
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 04:36:12 +0000
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