Dead Crow

There are too many crows in the city, but that's probably what they say about us. This one was on the sidewalk and looked to be a young one. It was watched over by another crow, who screamed at us while we paused to contemplate it.

When I was in grade school, my sister was a crow in a play and sang a song that had a refrain "Caw Caw Carrion Crow!" Possibly this was the song:

48._THE CARRION CROW.


1 A carrion crow sat on an oak; Hey derry down deny dicjlo! Watching a tailor mending his cloak; Caw ! caw! the carrion crow, Hey derry down derry dido!
2 O wife, O wife, bring here my bow;
Hey derry down derry dido! That I may shoot this carrion crow; Caw! caw! the carrion crow, Hey derry down derry dido!
3 The tailor he fired, but missed his mark;
Hey derry down derry dido! For he shot his old sow right bang through the heart; Caw! caw! the carrion crow, Hey derry down derry dido!
4 O wife, O wife, bring brandy in a spoon;
Hey derry down derry dido; For our old sow is down in a swoon; Caw! caw! the carrion crow, Hey derry down derry dido!
5 The old sow died, and the bell did toll;
Hey derry down derry dido! And the little pigs prayed for the old sow's soul; Caw! caw ! the carrion crow, Hey derry down derry dido!