Crow Snow
If I were a crow,
I would not like snow.
To a crow it is as a blight,
When the world turns snowy white.
Food is so hard to find,
No one to a crow is kind.
We like birds of colors bright,
Not birds as black as night.
A crow eating bird food,
Is considered quite rude.
We put scarecrows in our crops,
The crows feeding to stop.
Crows standout in the snow.
No one it seems likes the crow,
Even Edgar Allan Poe,
Picked a raven not a crow.
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