Once a fox saw a crow with a cheese in its beak,
A fox wanted to have it but the crow was on peak.
'As I am a fox, that must be for me free.'
So he walked to the foot of the tree.
'Good day, Mrs Crow, how bright your eye,
How glossy your feathers, its not a lie.
I feel your voice must surpass all,
Let me hear some, so I can call
Queen of Birds and all others to call
You will be famous, known to all.'
The crow was happy, began to caw
The cheese fell down, the fox said, 'Ah'
Thanks Mrs Crow, this is very fine,
What I wanted, it's now mine,
For your cheese, an advice, don't forget ever,
Remind it 'Don't trust a flatterer.'
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