Crows go, ‘Aargh and Cawww and Squawk’
Oh yes, those noisy crows can talk!
They’re up at six, asleep by eight
At last, then squawking will abate
Until the morning back they come!
And now they’re banging on a drum!
Some on cymbals hear them crash!
They pound and kick and slap and bash!
Now they’re blowing whistles too!
Is there nothing these old crows won’t do?
But are they laughing? Is this true?
Or is this noisy joke on you?
