Aussie Joe Crow
The black
crow sat on the
stump out front,
The old man heartily
swore,
He said you aint a
cunny funt,
Followed by the 12
guage roar,
Feathers flew and a
cold wind it blew,
And the cancer bit
some more,
Just a spit of
blood, not quite a
flood,
Cos death was
coming, sure,
Joe crow was arking
out the front,
And muttering soft,
caw, caw,
Aussie crows love
eyes you know,
An the bludger
wanted more,
The old man
staggered out the
front,
And threw a brick at
Joe,
And down he went the
cunny funt,
Flapped off the so n
so,
A pain intense did
commence,
In the yard he had a
fall,
Black birds a
circling stump and
fence,
The old man tasted
gall,
On coming round on
his chest he found,
Joe crow was
perching for,
His eyes to take,
make no mistake,
Black crow was set
to score,
Backhanded Joe way
cross the yard,
The old man said to
him,
Don't put my lights
out yet retard,
Till me lights are
low n dim,
Watch the reapers
black one on the
stump,
If he comes on by to
call,
Probably caw n ark
in his defence,
No ole Joe crow he
isnt dense,
Just loves a sweet
eyeball.
Don Johnson
I you are down and can't get up in the Aussie outback man,
Joe crow will circle want a snack, fore the the Dingoes an Goanna can....
Bogged animals lose their eyes to Joe when they get to weak to resist.
Old Ewes with new Lambs have Joe landing on then picking their Kidneys out too,
The weak must pay the black bird says, don't let it happen to you?
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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