The Silver Back Crow

To the sheep farmers of Duhallow where i lived years ago
It's species of corvid was looked on as a foe
In fancy i hear the loud harsh caws of a bird i used to know
One of the feathered kind known to many as the silver back crow
In Spring before the hill farmers check their sheep just before sunrise
Of new born weakly young lambs they pluck out the eyes
And though poisoned and hunted and shot at on sight
The survivors had learned to mistrust humans and quickly took to flight
Whenever they saw a person to them approach near
The very sight of a human they had learned to fear
Nature's creatures get to know who their enemies are it does seem this way
There are silver back crows in Duhallow today
That they are of Nature's survivors none of them can deny
Sheep farmers cannot get rid of them though hard they do try.