crows
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Circling forever over head
Until they see something dead
Cawing mirthlessly as they dive
Or maybe it's something still alive?
No, it's not moving, it never again will
The crows they dive down to the hill
Peck peck pecking at some poor thing
Whether it be beast or bird of wing...

Or pancake?

The crows they know just what they like,
So give 'um a pancake or take a hike!