Chickamy Crany Crow

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Title:     Chickamy Crany Crow
Author: Joel Chandler Harris [More Titles by Harris]

Oh sing it slow,
This song of woe,
Of the girl who went to wash her toe!
Her name was Chick--
(Oh run here quick--
The word's so thick)--
Chickamy--Chickamy Crany Crow!

Chickamy what? and Chickamy which?
She went to the well and fell in the ditch;
What o'clock, old Witch?

The clock struck one
And bowed to the sun;
But the sun was fast asleep you know;
And the moon was quick,
With her oldtime trick--
To hide from Chick--
Chickamy--Chickamy Crany Crow!

Chickamy what? and Chickamy which?
She went to the well and fell in the ditch;
What o'clock, old Witch?

Oh, sad to tell!
She went to the well--
The time was as close to eve as to dawn--
To Chickamy Chick,
So supple and slick,
The clock said "Tick!"
But when she came back her chicken was gone!

Oh, whatamy, whichamy, chickamy, oh!
Moonery, oonery, tickamy Toe!
Wellery, tellery, gittery go!
Witchery, itchery, knitchery know.

[The end]
Joel Chandler Harris's poem: Chickamy Crany Crow

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