The Crow boy and his mechanical swing

I be a crow
An ebony boy
i was my mothers
Pride and joy
I remember she taught me how to fly
Flap my wings and hit the sky

She taught me how to find nice things
Little brooches and shiny rings
My eyes are bright
And I can see
Lots of sparkles from my tree

I found a vehicle in the town
And i sit there and whats going down
Its a sort of swing and a sort of slide
Up and down and side to side

I like the rocking motion and
It kind of helps me understand
Gravity and the science stuff
And as you know I cant get enough

Knowledge really about all this
String therapies its really bliss
Humans think that we are birds
With tiny brains that we don’t know words
But of course we know about all of that
A crow you see knows where he’s at