Abigail Crow

ducing Abigail Crow
 ducing a family of moles
 ducing a bear trap in Sycamore Woods
 Where this tragic tale unfolds...
 Abigail Crow was attempting to hatch
 When she fell from the nest
 Onto a shell-cracking patch of stone far below
 She knocked herself out and shook up her innards
 Her parents just left her there
 To be some scavenger's dinner
 But when she came to, she was down in a hole--
 She had been rescued by a friendly family of moles
 Abigail Crow
 She learned to root around and dug dozens of holes
 But as she grew and grew she knew she wasn't a mole
 She felt all alone and it was busting her soul in two
 Abigail Crow never learned how to fly
 While murders of her fellow birds were flirting in the sky
 Abigail Crow could only stand there and sigh...
 Abigail Crow
 One morning she was walking
 Forlornly through the forest
 When she stepped on a bear trap,
 Much to her horror--oh, no!
 The trap began to close and gave her quite a scare
 So she flapped her wings and jumped
 And kinda hung right there in mid-air
 But half a second into that maiden flight
 The trap snapped shut and cut her legs off
 Right at the knees
 Oh, Jeez, oh,
 Abigail Crow
 The pain was more than she could stand
 She flailed and fled and bled a bit but never did land
 For that's the sort of thing a poor legless crow no can do
 She spent half her life down working underground
 She spent the other half up circling around
 She wandered through the wild blue yonder
 Till her wings were sore
 And then she soared some more...
 Abigail Crow
 But that was long ago--now Abigail's dead
 And when she died, she fell like a nine pound sledge
 As I recall, she hit Flanagan right on the head...
 Abigail Crow