Following fingers,
To spot what they know
And discover what lingers
For Raven or Crow.
They’ll mob, if you’re craven;
Give trinkets, if kind.
This Crow and that Raven
Leave their gifts behind.
A tit for your tat
And a quid for your quo
Changing “this” for your “that,”
Wily Raven, Canny Crow.
They’re partial to dry-roasted peanuts and cashews. Love Cheetos. And won’t ignore a bit of dry catfood.
