And so they have migrated
Left the lands, almost inebriated
Escaped the frozen grounds
Exiled, in a silence so profound
Despised by some, ignored by many
For being black, loud
and not having a penny
The crows were just that.. plenty
The snowy owls, the red crossbills
The snow buntings and their lot
Created a winter plot
To isolate the crows.
That’s what they ought!
But climate change, did come around
And so did emperor Frown,
bathing in tar and clad in black
From exile, the crows
He called back.
This eerie ruler of the Midlands
His ancestor, a crow of the grey sands,
From his throne of straw
Gave a new law:
Crown them crows!
Hear the caws!