crows

An ebony cloak
Strong legs a strong bill
Very intelligent
Can remain still
Almost a statue
Has learned to use tools
Even construct them
Not one of the fools

Sometimes the bird brain
May give some away
But this handsome devil
They like to play
They have a great memory
Hiding their food
Their group is a murder
On killing they are viewed

As pretty damn clever
Other birds, can
Frogs and the insects
That do it to man
The farmers are cagey
But attract the crow
Who will eat up the types
That mess with the flow

They love their own being
And often they sAy
A Big dish of oil
Will catch them for they
Look in the oil at their reflection
Thats all
And can very easily then well just fall
They recognise friends
In the, human sphere
And will bring you gifts
That they find around here
A ring for your finger
A brooch for your coat If a window is open
They are worthy of note
They will pick up the glitter
And bring it to you
Your own little thief
Knows what to do

Tis said they predict rain
And the future too
Witches may care for some
Maybe you do
They have special powers
For they came from the East
On earthworms and fruit
They do like to feast

The crow and the raven
The jackdaw as well
Corvus the genus
The rook may also tell

The crow boys are at it
Both day and both night
Its easy to pet them
In the moon light
Magic their middle name
Covens agree
Come with the crow
And fly with the bee
Weave with the spider
For your guarantee