The Pessimist, or the Raven and the Jackdaw “Croak — croak — croak! Life’s a pig-in-a-poke.” “Indeed!” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! And a cruel joke!” “Dear me!” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! It’s a tyrant’s yoke!” “How?” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! We must vanish like smoke.” “Why?” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! Ask the elm! ask the oak!” “What?” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! Your feelings you cloke!” “Where?” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! Do you like your own folk?” “Yes!” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! With despair don’t you choke?” “No!” says the little Jackdaw. “Croak — croak — croak! You’re a d---d little bloke!” “Always was” says the little Jackdaw. |
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