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!
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