Crows

Five Old Crows

Five old crows were on a brick wall.
Four were tall and the other was small.
One old crow cried, "Caw, caw, caw!"
He went to visit his mother-in-law.

Four old crows were on a brick wall.
Three were tall and the other was small.
One old crow went to get some food.
He never came back to the other brood.

Three old crows were on a brick wall.
Two were tall and the other was small.
The small one grew and grew and grew.
He flew away and that left two.

Two old crows were on a brick wall.
Both were old and both of them tall.
One crow said, "I miss my son."
He flew away and that left one.

One old crow was on a brick wall.
He flew away and there was the wall!
One brick wall was alone in the rain,
Wishing for the crows to come back again.

I Sometimes Think

I sometimes think I'd rather crow
And be a rooster than to roost
And be a crow. But I don't know.

A rooster he can roost also,
Which doesn't seem fair when crows can't crow.
Which may help some. But I don't know.

Crows should be glad of one thing, though;
Nobody thinks of eating crow,
While roosters they are good enough
For anyone unless they're tough.

There are lots of tough old roosters, though.
And anyway a crow can't crow,
So maybe roosters stand more show.
It looks that way. But I don't know.