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A saw a little bird today,

By the window she sat and sang,

Ah! That’s so lovely,

Do you tell me?

Well, no one around me thought so,

Had it been a nightingale,

Or a cuckoo, maybe,

They would have sat back and enjoyed.

This was just a crow, you see?

It was not allowed to sing.

Whether it wanted, it did not matter,

It just had a different destiny.

If it rebelled, and tried to sing,

She would not just face a challenge,

She would have to face pebbles and stones,

And a million frowns.

If she would still persist,

A cat or dog would assist the humans

In bringing about her demise.

She was just a crow, you see,

Meant to eat rotting, stinking flesh,

It was not her right to sing.