GATHERED BY THE WAY 



Nature made thee for each season. 

 Gave thee wit for ample reason, 



Good crow wit that 's always burnished 

 Like the coat her care has furnished. 



May thy numbers ne'er diminish, 

 I'll befriend thee till life's finish. 



May I never cease to meet thee, 

 May I never have to eat thee. 



And mayest thou never have to fare so 

 That thou playest the part of scarecrow. 



