The coal black crow
With its ebony beak
Cawed at dusky daybreak.
It’s hoarse caws
A pointy distinction to
To the opposite chicken’s songs.
Individuals detested and pitied
The ugly black chicken with
A horribly hoarse voice
That destroyed melody
Virtually like a knife
Doomed to scavenge for all times.
Unaware of individuals’s views
The crow thrived and lived
A blissfully happy life
A life like another chicken
With plumes of various hues
And voice candy as honey
Singing magnificent tunes.
The crow was created the identical
By the creator of the sport,
Who made issues massive and small
Creatures brief and tall,
It’s man who’s responsible
For his perceptions
About Almighty’s creations.