AN ALPHABET
OF OLD FRIENDS



by Walter Crane




An alphabet of old friends originally published 1874;




AN ALPHABET OF OLD FRIENDS


A

A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Watching a tailor shape his cloak.
"Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow."
The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
And shot his own sow quite through the heart.
"Wife, wife, bring brandy in a spoon,
For our old sow is in a swoon."