WHO COULD LOVE A CROW? The crow is just a scavengar bird So who could love a crow? Did you know he may well be The smartest bird anyone can see? He has meetings with his own kind Feeds a few others he might find If one of his friends die along the way They may have a funeral then fly away To have a funeral one gives a talk While others gather and mourn So they care about one another And like to eat eggs, fries, and corn Do we expect crows to be better than us We eat chicken and eggs, and hunt and fuss To catch a partridge or a turkey to roast Then of that some want to boast. But how we hate it when we see A crow catching a bird in a tree The poor little things we all do say "Get out of here! Get out of the way!" He may eat eggs he finds in a tree So who could love a crow? He might even come and share your tea Eating crumbs you leave, you see The crow will clean up the parking lot That you left a mess, or maybe your tot Or your teenager threw away Because he wanted no more today. Families get together and feed Their young ones in their need One juvenile might have a white crown When you see families gather around. So, could you love a crow? All Text copyright of Lorna Fryer April 2004 Photo (title banner) courtesy of Craig C. Rieker.