The Corbie an the Tod
Sir Corbie’s in a tree at ease, Atween his beak’s a sonsie cheese. Sir Tod, led by its halesome reek, Addressed him wi this wee bit speak: “Guid day tae ye, guid Maister Craw. My goad, but ye’re uncommon braw! Withoot a lee, gin ye can sing Like tae the splendours o yer wing, ‘Mang aa the gentry o the wuid, ye’ll be the boy.” On hearin this, the Corbie’s hert near burst for joy: Tae show them aa his dulcet caw, He gawpit wide his muckle mou – an lat his cheesie faa. Tod nabbed it in his chafts an said: “My bonnie Sir, Learn noo that ilka flatterer Lives high on whasae harkens tae his crack: A lesson cheap bocht at the cheesie ye lack.” The Corbie aa abaysit an bumbaze, Owre late, sware never tae be gowkt again thru aa his days.
by Walter Perrie
from Twelve Fables by Jean de La Fontaine made owre intil Scots Blair Atholl: Fras Publications, 2007
Poem supplied courtesy of the Scottish Poetry Library |