Not the prettiest to look at and they have a few foes
But they are known to many Aussie pale eyed crows
Or Australian Little Ravens which is their common name
To be good at surviving one of their claims to fame
Of human kind they have lost most natural fear
They don't take to the wing till to them you come near
Their voices familiar every day of the year
Their long drawn out cawing quite monotonous to hear
Like all corvids hardy and intelligent they know how to survive
In the harshest of environments their kind are known to thrive
In rubbish bins they scavenge for potato chips and scraps of meat
And in the town park lake i've seen them soak hard bread to eat
Birds i do like and i see and hear every day
Though nice things of them you won't hear many say.
But they are known to many Aussie pale eyed crows
Or Australian Little Ravens which is their common name
To be good at surviving one of their claims to fame
Of human kind they have lost most natural fear
They don't take to the wing till to them you come near
Their voices familiar every day of the year
Their long drawn out cawing quite monotonous to hear
Like all corvids hardy and intelligent they know how to survive
In the harshest of environments their kind are known to thrive
In rubbish bins they scavenge for potato chips and scraps of meat
And in the town park lake i've seen them soak hard bread to eat
Birds i do like and i see and hear every day
Though nice things of them you won't hear many say.