The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Apr 17, 2004
Crows in the Garden
Why don't you shoot those damn crows?
My neighbour asks while taking a break
From cutting his grass too short
And declaring war on the wasps and honeybees
That have just pollinated my cucumbers and squash.
I like the crows, I reply.
Without them the bugs would ruin my garden.
They're ugly and loud, he declares.
I don't want them eatin' my corn.
You need to stop feedin' the damn things.
If I stop feeding them, I tease,
They'll eat your corn for sure.
Besides, thats a mighty poor corn crop.
No self-respecting crow would eat that corn.
At least stop makin' pets of them, he grumbled.
That one with the broken wing needs shot!
He finished his iced tea
Then went back to killing wasps.
The bent-winged crow hopped onto my picnic table
And cawed loudly to get my attention.
He flew to the birdbath and repeated his call.
He waited for me to bring the hose and refill the bowl.
We looked at my neighbour.
I stuck out my tongue.
The crow did the same.
I laughed, and he cawed.
Then we went our separate ways.
