Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE GREAT BLACK CROW, by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY



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THE GREAT BLACK CROW, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The crow - the crow! The great black crow!
Last Line: But it's fine to live and die like a great black crow!
Subject(s): Birds; Crows; Death; Worms; Dead, The


THE crow -- the crow! the great black crow!
He cares not to meet us wherever we go;
He cares not for man, beast, friend, nor foe,
For nothing will eat him he well doth know.
Know -- know! you great black crow!
It's a comfort to feel like a great black crow!

The crow -- the crow! the great black crow!
He loves the fat meadow -- his taste is low;
He loves the fat worms, and he dines in a row
With fifty fine cousins all black as a sloe.
Sloe -- sloe! you great black crow!
But it's jolly to fare like a great black crow!

The crow -- the crow! the great black crow!
He never gets drunk on the rain or snow;
He never gets drunk, but he never says no!
If you press him to tipple ever so.
So -- so! you great black crow!
It's an honour to soak like a great black crow!

The crow -- the crow! the great black crow!
He lives for a hundred year and mo';
He lives till he dies, and he dies as slow
As the morning mists down the hill that go.
Go -- go! you great black crow!
But it's fine to live and die like a great black crow!





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