The Scarecrow
O all you little blackey tops, Pray don't you eat my father's crops, While I lie down to take a nap. Shua O! Shua O! If father he perchance should come, With his cocked hat and his long gun, Then you must fly and I must run. Shua O! Shua O!
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"O all you little blackey tops,..."
This evocative piece by Walter Crane, titled "The Scarecrow", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...