原版英文小说 An Alphabet of Old Friends
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."
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."