Flying through branches and leaves,
dodging evergreen and hardwood trees
ruffling feathers and riding the breeze
looking and searching out, nuts and seeds

On four-toed feet, I swoop in and land
dig through the litter, tossing leaves and sand
in the distance I hear the call from my band
I call back, and wait, patient, here I stand

The ****** flies in, 10 members strong
they came in response to my gathering song
a campsite is near, to raid it is wrong
its what we do, they'll not be gone long

Gathering shiny baubles, and things to eat
hipsters leave laying great tasty treats
granola, fruit and organic bits of meat
even some bread, you bet its whole wheat

We ransack the camp, it's rarely a bore
when the campers return, they will be sore
all out of food, they'll have to go to the store
we caw and fly, but do not say, nevermore!