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Cackling Mister Crow Why do you make sport of me Making fun of the very hand that feeds You shop this yard at every morn for- a free handful of cracked corn , relaxing atop a public birdbath you've declared to be your very own Tall pines to bask in the ten o'clock - sun Cool grass to hunt , hop , skip - and run .... Cackling Old Crow You son-of-a-gun Tromping through my garden for - afternoon fun                                                                                               You're a pirate with wings A thief that sings Hiding in a blackberry thicket with - easy pickings Standing at the feeder , scaring my chickens .... Goodnight Mister Crow Find a tall oak to rest This farm would not be the same - without my favorite pest Do crow's dream I oft wonder Dreams of airborne pillage and - plunder
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
Mister Crow ...
Cackling Mister Crow Why do you make sport of me Making fun of the very hand that feeds You shop this yard at every morn for- a free handful of cracked corn , relaxing atop a public birdbath you've declared to be your very own Tall pines to bask in the ten o'clock - sun Cool grass to hunt , hop , skip - and run .... Cackling Old Crow You son-of-a-gun Tromping through my garden for - afternoon fun                                                                                               You're a pirate with wings A thief that sings Hiding in a blackberry thicket with - easy pickings Standing at the feeder , scaring my chickens .... Goodnight Mister Crow Find a tall oak to rest This farm would not be the same - without my favorite pest Do crow's dream I oft wonder Dreams of airborne pillage and - plunder
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
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