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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Murder_of_Crows
Birds of a feather, all flock together,
We all heard how that saying goes.
To help explain, it will help to recount,
The story of the Murder of Crows.
How it all began, it’s not totally clear.
A complaint was filed,
Based not on fact, but on fear:
“They re too dark, they’re too noisy, they incessantly caw.
They rob the young from our nests,
And they’re not nice at all!”
So a bounty was placed, upon the crows’ heads.
And the hunters went out, and killed most of them dead.
The ones that remained, they put them on trial,
Before a Parliament of Eagles, and a Congress of Owls.
The crows were found guilty of various crimes,
The most serious of which, only warranted fines.
But the crows, they were sentenced, to life without chance,
Of parole for good behavior, or reprieve for kind acts…
Well, those crows, they’re all dead now.
They died behind walls, of thick mortar and brick,
Used to silence their caws.
But their memories remain, in the hearts and the souls,
Of new generations, of old and young crows.
But crows today, they are cautious.
They’re reluctant to caw.
They avoid hunters, eagles and owls.
So if a crow sees you coming, and starts to take fright,
Just remember what happened, and that they have a right,
To be wary of their lighter-feathered brothers of flight.
And of men who promise peace, and then turn to fight.
You see history has taught them, has given them reason,
For in the land of eagles, it’s still often crow season.
