FIRST SQUADRON
The crows were doing their morning fly past
Heading east and flying fast
The raven was cruising and scanning
As if there was something he was planning
Later the crows were pestering that same old raven
The way I've seen school yard kids behaving
They sent a scout to check me out
As if I was something to think about
Standing in a field with a shovel
I must have represented some kind of trouble
A message was quickly sent from the hedge row
To troops somewhere down the valley below
While I was watching the noisy one
The plan had already begun
Too late I turned to see
My lunch up in a tree
It made me think of man and nations
And their so corvus relations