Crow Stands Ready For a Compliment
Crow had been wanting to get out her umbrella someday.
Today was the day, for the rain came hard from far away.
She was loving her umbrella with red apples so pretty.
She stopped by a bus stop to say something witty.
Commuters got on and commuters got off.
She stood at that stop, while some of them scoffed.
She wanted them to notice her fuchsia boots too.
No one gave her a compliment, so after a bit, she flew.
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