I be a crow
\nAn ebony boy
\ni was my mothers
\nPride and joy
\nI remember she taught me how to fly
\nFlap my wings and hit the sky<\/p>\n
She taught me how to find nice things
\nLittle brooches and shiny rings
\nMy eyes are bright
\nAnd I can see
\nLots of sparkles from my tree<\/p>\n
I found a vehicle in the town
\nAnd i sit there and whats going down
\nIts a sort of swing and a sort of slide
\nUp and down and side to side<\/p>\n
I like the rocking motion and
\nIt kind of helps me understand
\nGravity and the science stuff
\nAnd as you know I cant get enough<\/p>\n
Knowledge really about all this
\nString therapies its really bliss
\nHumans think that we are birds
\nWith tiny brains that we don’t know words
\nBut of course we know about all of that
\nA crow you see knows where he’s at<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading