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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