Perch'D On A Lofty Oak, Sir Raven Held A Lunch Of Cheese; Sir Fox, Who Smelt It In The Breeze, Thus To The Holder Spoke: - 'Ha! How Do You Do, Sir Raven? Well, Your Coat, Sir, Is A Brave One! So Black And Glossy, On My Word, Sir, With Voice To Match, You Were A Bird, Sir, Well Fit To Be The Phoenix Of These Days.' Sir Raven, Overset With Praise, Must Show How Musical His Croak. Down Fell The Luncheon From The Oak; Which Snatching Up, Sir Fox Thus Spoke: - 'The Flatterer, My Good Sir, Aye Liveth On His Listener; Which Lesson, If You Please, Is Doubtless Worth The Cheese.' A Bit Too Late, Sir Raven Swore The Rogue Should Never Cheat Him More.