A Fox once sow a Crow fly off with a piece
of meat in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree.
"This is for me,
as I am a Fox,"
and then walked up to the foot of the tree.
Good-day, Mistress Crow,
he cried.
How well you are looking to day :
How glossy your feathers;
How bright your eyes.
I feel sure your voice,
must surpass that of other birds,
just as your figure does;
let me hear but one song from you
that I may greet you as the
"Queen of Birds"
The Crow lifted up her head
and began to caw her best,
but the moment she opened her mouth
the piece of meat fell to the ground,
only to be snapped up
by the Fox.
That will do, said he.
That was all I wanted.
