CROW "What of I?" said the man to the crow "If all my knowledge all I am to be gone?" But always was the answer "You shall not know" The man gave not into the bird grown old So the man would ask time again "But surely of the stories told?" still never did he win
So caged was the crow For answers he surely bare The man bribed "The answer be your toll" But be it fair?
For years the man would ask the now withering crow Yet still with a crooked craw Did he answer "You shall not know!" "But what of the things you saw?" Asked the man to the withering crow
"Now be it I will die" The crow did fright "You are but a fool!" The Man was now worried "why not tell me though?" The old bird muttered his last breath "Life Is known but not death"