The crow sat and pondered the fate of man He looked and saw and dropped his jaw At the stupidity at hand Then laughed iside with a gleam in his eye and fles across the land It seems he thought that like it or not, that doomed is the human clan For all I see beneath me are peasants Fighting silly games of war,oh what a bore though the crow near a garbage can If only these fools would stop being ghouls and see he things are ran Up into the night and out of sight, black wings beating like fans The crow flew and left into the sky of blue Giving up his ranting about the pest called man *wore this couple years ago. Just refound it