Caw! Caw! : the Chronicle of Crows, A Tale of the Spring-time

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Title: CAW! CAW!
The Chronicle of Crows, A Tale of the Spring-time
Author: RM
Illustrator: JB
Release Date: August 22, 2007 [EBook #22374]
Language: English
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CAW! CAW!
or
The Chronicle of Crows
A Tale of the Spring-time
by
RM
Illustrated by
JB
LONDON; Grant & Griffith, successors to Newbery & Harris:
THE CORNER OF ST PAUL’S CHURCHYARD.
Caw! Caw!WHAT HAPPENS IN SPRING WHEN THE LITTLE BIRDS SING.
In the merry spring time, thus says my song,
When the sun shines bright and the days grow long,
And the crocuses brilliant, in purple and gold,
Bloom in the gardens in numbers untold;
When in the fields the grass grows green,
And a few early lambs are seen;
When daffodils in gaudy gowns
Look gay upon the verdant downs,
And fair spring flowers of each ...

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• Publié par: ermoo
• Publié le: 08 décembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 33
• Langue: English

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CAW! CAW! or The Chronicle of Crows A Tale of the Spring-time by RM Illustrated by JB LONDON; Grant & Griffith, successors to Newbery & Harris: THE CORNER OF ST PAUL’S CHURCHYARD.

Caw! Caw!

WHAT HAPPENS IN SPRING WHEN THE LITTLE BIRDS SING.

In the merry spring time, thus says my song, When the sun shines bright and the days grow long, And the crocuses brilliant, in purple and gold, Bloom in the gardens in numbers untold; When in the fields the grass grows green, And a few early lambs are seen; When daffodils in gaudy gowns Look gay upon the verdant downs, And fair spring flowers of each degree In every sheltered nook you see.

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HOW MANY STICKS GO TO THE NEST OF A CROW.

Upon a bright and sunny day The Crows to one-another say, “Caw! Caw! our nests now let us build.” Away they fly: each beak is fill’d With little sticks of beechen wood, With which they build their houses good: When all is done, with joy they see The work of their community.

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THE NESTS NOW MADE, THE EGGS ARE LAID.

And, circling widely, Caw! they say, Caw! Caw! our eggs now let us lay. Two spotted eggs in every nest For warmth await the mother’s breast. And all the Crows around them fly With flapping wings and joyful cry: “Caw! Caw!” they say, “now it is fit   That we upon our eggs should sit.”

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EACH CROW BRINGS FOOD TO HIS MATE SO GOOD.

The patient Crows for many a week No other occupation seek; But, while one sits and looks around, The other makes the woods resound With cawings loud, or frequent brings Worms, seeds, or such delicious things, And kindly feeds his brooding mate From early morn till evening late.

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THE YOUNG CROW KNOWS WELL HOW TO CHIP THE SHELL.

Till, to reward their anxious care, A gentle sound the parents hear Of tapping from within the shell: This sound doth please the mother well, And, fondly helping with her bill, She hears the voices weak and shrill. “Caw! Caw!” the downy young ones say, “How lovely is this peep of day, Oh what a glorious sight is this, There can be nothing here but bliss.” “Caw! Caw!” replies the mother crow, “There is no joy unmixed with woe.”

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THE CROWS SEEK SPOIL FROM THE PLOUGHMAN’S TOIL.

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The father crows with tender heart In the parental cares take part— “Caw! Caw!” they say, “for food we’ll fly Before our young ones hungry cry ” . In course direct they fly afar To where the ploughmen lab’ring are, And, seeking in the upturn’d soil, They meet with many a wormy spoil; And, filling their capacious beak, Straightway their forest homes they seek.

THE FATHER GOOD BRINGS YOUNG ONES FOOD.

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The farmer heard the cawing sound, And sent to all his neighbours round, Begging of them every one To bring a rifle or a gun, If they would come the sport to see Of shooting at the rookery; And try to check the rural pest, Which did the country so infest, And stop the robbery of corn, Which was no longer to be borne.

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THE FARMER IN RAGE, WAR DOTH WAGE.

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LITTLE CARE CROWS FOR THE SCARE-CROWS.

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For though the farmers had a plan To scare them with the form of man, The Crows, at first much terrified, And wheeling high in circles wide, Had soon become too bold for that; And even perched upon the hat, And loud in mockery cried “Caw! Caw! ’Tis nothing but a man of straw.”

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EYE DOHT MISCHIFE SP.Y

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THE FARMER’S GUN THE WORK HATH DONE.

The next day, as the picture shows, The farmers met to shoot the Crows— Their rustling underneath the trees The young ones thought was but the breeze; But an old Crow’s experienced eye Discovered soon their enemy; Whose purpose was not left in doubt, For, uttering a murderous shout, The shooters levelled each his gun— Bang! Bang! the slaughter is begun.

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AT DAY’S DECLINE THE MOON DOTH SHINE.

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