Black Crow

Black crow, black crow, what do you see?
Over the gravesite of poor old me
A song of sadness in the background
You sit there listening without a sound
Sadness and despair fill your ears
Wondrously you don’t shed any tears
Your sit there on that branch, so proud
No matter how harsh the world gets, no matter how loud

Oh, but black crow, black crow, oh how I hate you
To take your life is what I must do
To sit there on that branch, not offering help
Not even a chirp, not even a yelp
You sat on the tree which bears my blood
I will cause your wings to become a nub
Run you must, run you may
Whatever you do, do not stay

Black crow, black crow
You will die
The day you say goodbye
Rejoice in the air
I’ll do it without a care
Of punishment, Oh, no!
How I will bring my soul so low
To end your life
Release my strife