An absurd sound in the morning hours,
The chorus is totally off tune,
Is it a call for help or is it just a warning?
None can tell what they crow.
Black feather,
Fly hither thither,
His cousin has a beautiful voice,
To defy this, does the chorus croak,
A little stone and the chorus broke.
Then the chorus began again,
As the lead caws in vain,
Every morning my ears pain.
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