A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with apiece of cheese in its beak and settle on abranch of a tree“.That’s for me,as I am aFox,”said Master Reynard,and he walkedup to the foot of the tree“.Good-day,Mis-tress Crow,”he cried“.How well you arelooking to-day:how glossy your feathers;how bright your eye.I feel sure your voicemust surpass that of other birds,just asyour figure does;let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as theQueen of Birds.” A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with apiece of cheese in its beak and settle on abranch of a tree. “That’s for me, as I am a Fox,” said Master Reynard, and he walkedup to the foot of the tree How well you arelooking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I sure sure your voicemust surpass that of other birds, just asyour figure. “Good-day, Mis-tress Crow,” he cried “ does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as theQueen of Birds. ”