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The crow has humor. Now and then
I’m sure he laughs aloud
Seeing the foolishness of men
Who seem so very proud.
For yesterday I know that he
Gave me a hoarse guffaw
As perched upon a towering tree
My fit of rage he saw.
That inky bird with humor keen
Because upon the eighteenth green
A two-foot putt I missed.
I know those little beady eyes
That moment flashed with glee
As he let loose those jeering cries
To mock the pride of me.
“Haw-haw!” he shrieked, “If trifles small
Can trouble mortals so,
Give me a life ‘mid pine trees tall
I’d rather be a crow!”
(Copyright, 1931, Edgar A. Guest)
Appleton Post Crescent (Appleton, Wisconsin) Sep 18, 1931