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The Rain Crow

Rain Crow

 

He is a crow to many people

And forecasts summer showers

He perches in the canopy

And calls for them for hours

 

The rain does sometimes come

And he enjoys every bit

The littles raindrops on his tongue

Just as he called for it

 

Caterpillars are a favorite dish

And he prefers rain as he dines

He must be cuckoo the jays insist

Lightning strikes him every time

 

He thoroughly enjoys the hot

And the rainclouds that often gather

He gives the forecasting all he’s got

And he’s often correct on the matter