Crow Loves Turtle Dove
Vampire bat with an injured wing.
Swoops through the air with a bit of a swing.
Crow drops down with a caw and a ring.
It is glamorous, a really shiny new thing.
What will you do with it the bat asks?
I’ll put it in her nest, next to the flask.
Is that wine? The bat asks with alarm.
Knowing that drunk crows lose their charm.
Sure says the crow. It’s no big deal.
They soon hear her calling him a heel.
The engagement did not work out this time.
He came back sober, with a shiny dime.
Okay, she agreed, but I want the ring too.
A greedy crow, but what could he do?
He had fallen flat out head over heels in love.
With this cute little number, sexy turtledove.
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