Going with the flow
Is against the Crow's style
Wondering about looking for edibles
To shove in his snout
He caws to his community
When there is a lot to be had
Calling out quickly
When things turn bad
A bird of the air
He pays no fare
Alive and well
Sharing a comradeship
With the Pigeons
Whilst dodging traffic
But more to his liking
His friend of the feather the Starling
These birds are not like those others
There is no going south for them
Winter through next Fall when the Crow isn't flying
He ***** his head and struts about standing tall
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
Going with the flow
Is against the Crow's style
Wondering about looking for edibles
To shove in his snout
He caws to his community
When there is a lot to be had
Calling out quickly
When things turn bad
A bird of the air
He pays no fare
Alive and well
Sharing a comradeship
With the Pigeons
Whilst dodging traffic
But more to his liking
His friend of the feather the Starling
These birds are not like those others
There is no going south for them
Winter through next Fall when the Crow isn't flying
He ***** his head and struts about standing tall
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