I AM CROW
I sit high above on my perch keeping visage of all in my purview.
At any time, I may lurch, catching hold of a favor, my virtue.
What will I spy that may catch my eye?
Perhaps there’s a prize with that passerby.
To all who contribute, I thank you.
No, never enough for all this stuff for which my collection doth grow.
I keep building on and on and on the treasure’s, that I’ve come to know.
As my feathers catch the sweet, sweet air,
I lift my wings without a care.
Having seen all there is I steal, it’s my biz, for everyone knows I am Crow!