The humble crow

I saw a crow sat in the grass
As black as black can be
It flew with feathers flying
It was stung by a wasp you see.

A murder of crows were pecking
Upon a motorway
A juggernaut came speeding
They upped and flew away.

Crusts of bread like magnets
Entice them from the trees
Like pollen in the springtime
Attracts the honeybees.

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