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. 
