One black crow
Sitting on a branch
Across the bay
Two black crows
Watching the field
All day
Three black crows
Me-crow
I don’t know what else to say
Four black crows
Loco
People call me psycho
Five, six black crows
They insist
they want to stay
Seven, eight black crows
Here comes a lone crow
nine, ten black crows
I’m deadThey fly in to devour their prey
J.P.G
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