THE CROWS KNOW YOUR ADDRESS
I could murder a crow
I know where they go
When the sun goes down.
They cling to big trees
And snooze like dead bees
And sometimes they fly over town.

Some have MA’s and others PHD’s
Some strut like celebrities
And lecture others
Less scholarly in looks.
Some dance like dervishes
And read the most obscene books.

They never forget a face
Whether animal, or human race
And they hold grudges
With deadly intent
Upset them just slightly
And their anger they will vent.

When the crow revolution comes;
Oh yes, they will rise up:
Their cawing is talking
In crow parlance
And their hopping is really a war dance.
If you have ever fucked with a crow,
Even just once, a decade ago,
They will remember it was you
And their crow offspring too.
So farmers don’t ever shoot crows
‘Cos they all know what to do

I could murder a crow
But crows are like elephants
They never forget
Though they haven’t paid me back yet
I’ve just shot one as it goes;
If I murder another
Will that be a murder of crows?

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