“The ravens they call, they squawk and shriek
O’ what morsels and O’ what treats?
The crows they caw, they bark, they scream
When will they get to wet their beak?
The magpies hem, they haw, they sneak
The blood is shiny, the blood must leak
Ho Hum! Ho Hum!
Squawk! Squawk! Squawk!
The sun is fair, the time is right
They’ll have full bellies before the night!”
(I never claimed to be a poet.)