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The scorching sun burnt from above
     And water disappeared.
For, animals and birds, oh dear!
     It was just as they feared.

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There wasn’t anything to drink,
     And things were at their worst:
With streams and rivers drying up,
     So many died of thirst.

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But crows, you know, are clever birds –
     And one crow was, that’s true:
He found a pitcher on the ground:
      Inside was water too!

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But something there was very wrong!
     The pitcher’s neck was slim,
And, although he saw so much to drink,
      It wasn’t meant for him!

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He couldn't get his head inside,
     So whatever could he do?
As he looked at the drink inside,
     His thirst just grew and grew.

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So crow put on his thinking cap,
    As clever crows all do.
He sat and thought, and thought again,
     And then he had a clue.

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He picked up stones from all around
     And dropped them through the neck,
And then the time came when he stopped
      And looked inside to check.  

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He’d forced the water to rise up
     Until it reached the brink.
That clever crow, who’d used his brain,
     Had plenty now to drink.

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We all have problems in our lives,
      But one thing must be plain!
Your problem will be quickly solved,
      If you but use your brain.

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