written by Thom Garrett
edited by Danna Colman
The crows of Point Loma
Don’t care where you’re going or why
They gather like school boys
To taunt you as you’re passing by
They catcall and cackle
And hide in the trees just to spy
Bad boys in black T-shirts
They chuckle and give you the eye
The crows of Point Loma
Don’t care if you’re rich or you’re poor
They’ll squat on your lawn
And strut right in front of your door
They’ll drink from your fountain
And frighten your cat to its core
Bad boys in black T-shirts
They think you and your life are a bore
