American Crow
Intelligent and shiny
He perches on a limb
With his band of brothers
Travelling ‘round with him
They caw as they go
With a ruckus everywhere
Black and handsome so
They adorn the trees gone bare
They peck at their pecans
And catch a frog or two
It’s no wonder they’ve survived
As they eat so many foods
Theirs is such a flock
That each knows his brother
They caw an awful lot
And it is music to each other
Each Spring they build a nest
High up in a tree
It is a special place
For a raucous family