“Croak—croak—croak!
Life's a pig-in-a-poke.”
“Indeed!” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
And a cruel joke!”
“Dear me!” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
It's a tyrant's yoke!”
“How?” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
We must vanish like smoke.”
“Why?” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
Ask the elm! ask the oak!”
“What?” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
Your feelings you cloke!”
“Where?” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
Do you like your own folk?”
“Yes!” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
With despair don't you choke?”
“No!” says the little Jackdaw.

“Croak—croak—croak!
You're a d——d little bloke!”
“Always was” says the little Jackdaw.