Poetry

Saturday, 13 June 2026

Young Crow

 Young crow in the chimney flying away

Come down my chimney

Fall down

Don't fall down

Come down my Chimney tonight

I know that you never intended 

To spend so long trapped there


Your nest wasn't best

So it crumbled down

Who are they to say you don't belong

In this town


Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?


Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?


Well you started up on top and then you fell down

Well that is just really queer

I think you should have already left town

So how come it is you're still here?


Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?


Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?


They say a crows flies straight as arrow

and never meanders no never

Even through the gaps straight and so narrow

He flies like a bird of the feather


Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?


Oh crow, crow

Where did you go?

And how did you come to be here?


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