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The crow

Birds like peacocks, parrots are loved by everyone,
But I’m the bird that is loved by none,
People always make my fun,
I’m a crow.

When I’m hungry, I eat a mouse,
Or squirrels and small animals,
And make’ em dead an’ take them to my house,
I’m a crow.

Now let’s see cuckoo, my wife,
People always consider her opposite from me,
But I’m leading a happy life,
I’m a crow.

People differentiate between our voices,
They think that my wife sings a song,
But they think I make noise,
I’m a crow.

People hate me an’ say I’m black,
But why only me?
My wife’s also black.
I’m a crow.

But still I’m happy with my life,
And I’m enjoying my life.
And I’m also happy with my wife.
I’m a crow.

People capture peacocks, parrots an’ my wife (SOMETIMES),
And they keep them in the cages,
For all their lives,
I’m a crow.

I’m the happiest bird among everyone,
It’s true you don’t love me,
But I can’t be captured by anyone,
Because I’m a crow!!!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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