CROW—WARNINGS.
Reading edition
NO, it won't rain to-morrow! well, what
if the crows
From that withered
old cornfield fly,
Original
A-cawing for rain—let them caw, if they
like,
With all of that blue in the sky!
Caw away, you old birds, in your rusty black
cloaks!
I know that you're not speaking true!
There are not enough clouds in the world,
in a night
To cover up all of that blue!