The crow sat on a bulwark with its grasping look,
As if to cunt the piece of kernel,
From a boy who was about to mouth it.
The crow jumps upon the head of the boy,
The boy, having suffered the slight trauma,
The piece of meat fell on the terra firma
The crow then took the plant part
And flew over the wretched boy’s head.
It was his stern look;
To see the fatal consequences
Of the crow unchaste on the ground
As it took the toxicant from the kernel;
It is the aeonian feeling of the bird.
It has an unclean look, but on the upper eye
To have staleness and forcefulness of mind
To show the actions of the insulant buttocks.
The Sharp-Set Corvine Bird
The crow sat on a bulwark with its grasping look,
As if to cunt the piece of kernel,
From a boy who was about to mouth it.
The crow jumps upon the head of the boy,
The boy, having suffered the slight trauma,
The piece of meat fell on the terra firma
The crow then took the plant part
And flew over the wretched boy’s head.
It was his stern look;
To see the fatal consequences
Of the crow unchaste on the ground
As it took the toxicant from the kernel;
It is the aeonian feeling of the bird.
It has an unclean look, but on the upper eye
To have staleness and forcefulness of mind
To show the actions of insulting the buttocks.
