A tree, tall, green and big
Birds build their nets and sing
Parrots, doves, cuckoo and pigeons set a row
Then there appears a young crow
Says: "let me be among you"
They say; "no need to match with our crew..."

Beautiful colours and melodious voice
Symbolbof dark making weird noise,
Loved for men reason by men
But present on earth is a vain...
Cursed creature; everyone prefer us to you
Still standing, crying to be in our crew...

Words are sharper than...