A Congress of Crows

There once was a Congress of Crows

And everybody knows

Their wisdom is sublime

When they gather on a line.

From a vantage of twenty feet

The world appears so neat.

But not to these fussy birds.

To them, the world seems absurd.

Said the crow, third from the right

These humans have lost all sight

Of that which is most needful.

They know not what should be heedful!

They smoke, they drink and cuss!

They hurry and run and fuss.

They never just stop and think

They perhaps, will disappear in a wink.

To which the eldest decried

I cannot further abide!

Just look at their litter and see

They are terrible, Oh Bother! Oh me!

It gives my old wings a shiver

Whenever I pause to remember

Even our nests they've smashed to the ground.

Their evil is most profound!

Oh, I don't guess they're all that bad

Said the youngest one, perched by his dad.

T'other morn one threw a donut away

And I near swallered it whole that day!

Shut up, son, said that crow's father.

Whatever you're thinkin' don't bother

To add to our distinguished Congress.

Remember, you're just a no-count kid, I confess.

At that, the crows nodded agreement

While watching an old man walk the cement.

Watch this, the youngest crow said

Bet I can hit that 'ol coot, or I'm dead!

Easy, son, you only get one shot.

But you got it in you, like as not.

The young crow's papa cawed

And the Congress cried, Help him, Lawd!

That's the moment the youngster did it

And hit that old man with his s**t.

It smacked him right atop of his bald head.

And we can't repeat what the old man said.

Then the Congress of Crows flew away

Hopeful to return some fine day.

When that old man comes walking once more

They'd all be ready, perched above his door!