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A children's stories pub asked for this but didn't use it. |
| When Old Man Crow goes a-walking he pulls on his feathered cloak he steps into his hob-nailed boots and sets off with a hearty croak All the wriggling creatures caper and jolly along while Old Man Crow entertains them with his silly raucous song When Old Man Crow goes a-walking cold winds rake the naked trees his raspy song is echoed by the scraping of fallen leaves The sky may seem to darken though it might be just mid-day for when Old Man Crow goes a-walking he prefers the sky that way So if you are out a-walking and Old Man Crow you meet you may just a-wonder why he chooses to use his feet And why the sky has darkened and about the wriggling crowd as well you should wonder, my curious friend just do not wonder a-loud |