THE PROUD CROW

There once was a crow
Who sang.
And his song was very loud.
Though each note perfectly
Rang.
The crow was far too proud.

One day he sang
And sang.
Then his voice just
Broke!
It’s the strangest thing
For all he does now
Is croak.

His slow, black wings
flap by
Across the evening sun.
And all the sparrows cry
“Look at him everyone!”

And all the sea gulls sigh,
“Oh what a silly twerp”
And the leaves dance
Wondering why
The crow will never chirp.

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