English poem
The Scarecrow
by Walter Crane (1863–1929)
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!] 2 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!