The Bane Of Sheep Farmers

To the young and the frail mercy they never show
The bane of sheep farmers the silver back crow
Of newly born lambs they do pluck out the eyes
Which to the anger of farmers understandably gives rise
Though poisoned and shot at as a species they survive
And despite persecution they do manage to thrive
And despite being shot at and poisoned their numbers not on the decrease
The corvids who never leave sheep farmers to live in peace
The poisoned baits they have learned for to avoid
And from the guns of the farmers in the woods they do hide
And at lambing time weak young lams they do kill
In the gray light of dawn in the fields by the hill
And since to the frail young lambs mercy they never show
They remain as the bane of sheep farmers the silver back crow.