Poor Crow!

Give me something to eat,

Good people, I pray;

I have really not had

One mouthful today!

I am hungry and cold,

And last night I dreamed

A scarecrow had caught me—

Good land, how I screamed!

Of one little children

And six ailing wives

(No, one wife and six children),

Not one of them thrives.

So pity my case,

Dear people, I pray;

I’m honest, and really

I’ve come a long way.

Source: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century (University of Iowa Press, 1997)