An Usual Murder


Hush, hush the egg is about to crack,
But, Oh Lord! The crow was black.

His mother was horrified and gladly to her death jumped
That was enough to make their hatred and blood pump.

Nobody with him ever wanted to play
For crows are white and it has always been this way.

And when he tried to spread his wings.
Blasphemy! Broken were they like a lyre's string.

For crows never fly and are white
And that is right.

And now the black crow was scared.
And his father said. " Don't you ever dare."

And their food was bright colored plastic.
" Oh isn't it tasty?", he agreed "fantastic."

For this is how crows are
And anything else is barred.

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