I like crows
Goodness knows
Why I think this way
It's their character I guess
I see them and they see me
They cock their heads as you see
Crows like me
Fly right down
As I open door
To see what I'll give them today
They eat all the scraps I throw out
That they like me there is no doubt
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I miss my garden living in a flat
Sowing seeds in the springtime and all that
Waving to neighbots ober garden gate
Hearing a blackbird singing to his mate
Mowing th lawn, pruning trees and more
But putting out trash, that I did abhor!
Hanging washing on line was hers to do
Worst job of all was cleaning up dogs poo
Now living in apartment chores all gone
To describe it well I call it "Vive Bon"
All is shiney new no squeaking rusty gate
Just wish I still had my wife, my dear mate
Chores are sparse except th spring flower pot
No pesky insects or even flies too swat
Wear what clothes I like even rumpled shawl
For what I do others care not at all
