Love them or hate them they’re always about
They take no notice of whatever we shout
Throwing stones and waving of sticks
They win in the end with cunning tricks
One will distract you, and when you turn around
Another pulls, your dinner to the ground
So voracious with chicks to feed
Theirs is sometimes a greater need
Now these birds that we all malign
Are created to a higher design
We have to be grateful to these Crows
A fact that not everyone knows
If they were to go, we would be ill and unfit
They’re our natural waste disposal unit
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