Known as little ravens though some call them pale eyed crow
And my wonder of them only does seem to grow
When calling the long feathers on their necks stick out
And of their intelligence they never leave one in doubt
Of most other creatures in thinking they seem well ahead
In the shallows of the Botanic Park lake in Warrnambool i see them dipping hard stale bread
For to soften to eat i could scarce believe my eyes
In Nature every day always some new surprise
In south eastern Australia quite a common sight
If a human approach them they quickly take to flight
Smaller than Australian ravens with a much sharper call
Of the birds of Australia perhaps the cleverest of all
Similar in appearance to ravens Worldwide in feathers glossy and black
When seen in the sunlight one realizes in beaauty they do not lack
Omnivirous in their diet not choosy what they do eat
They eat insects and worms and i have seen them open rubbish bins for thrown out chips, fruit, bread and scraps of meat
In nest of sticks lined with bark, hair or wool high on branch of tree
The female lay green brown dotted eggs of six, five, four or three
They are Nature's survivors of them one can say
These birds i do happen to see every day.
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