  "How it tasted—well, I've never heard!" A fox one day had left his cosy den, And wandered forth amid the haunts of men. What did he want? Of course he wanted food— A tender duck, or something quite as good; But though he wandered far and wandered near, No duckling could he see his heart to cheer. Through fields and copses did the poor fox go, With hungry longings and a heart of woe. Thought he, 'It's very plain that dainty food I cannot find to-day; still, something good May yet turn up. But stay! what's that I see Hanging asleep upon the old ash-tree? 'I do declare the creature is a crow— Not very tempting to the taste, I know; But still, if nothing better can be had, Perhaps it may not taste so very bad. So up at once he jumped, and seized the bird, But how it tasted—well, I've never heard! M. K. |
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