Maybe twenty years ago crow,

You might have darkened my ego,

"You're a day late and a dollar short,"

So on this report,

Fly away,

And go play,

In a field of hay,

Pulls some worms,

And eat some germs,

Blackbird in the sky,

Crows can also end up in pie.

Remember the Eagle,

Well you just made him legal,

I'm soaring high up above this Den,

And will defend.

(If anyone takes this offensively then it's on you, I just love expressing, if you poets don't mind. It seems like the cowboys don't like sheep herders around here.)

I'm going to say this one more time.

I'm no poet,

I'm an

Expresser!