The Silver Back Crow

Compassion for them the sheep farmers cannot show
They hate with a vengeance every silver back crow
Since of newly born lambs they do pluck out the eyes
Their hatred of them they don't try to disguise.

Distinctive to look at and distinctive in their raucous caws
And to the mountain sheep farmers feathered outlaws
Each Spring the presence of predators to them come at a huge cost
To crows, dogs and foxes far too many sheep and lambs they have lost.

Though poisoned and trapped and shot at as they fly
Their survival instincts of them none can deny
And though Sheep farmers to make them extinct their best they do try
Their numbers in some places seem to multiply.

For the mountain sheep farmer another poor Spring
With joy you will not hear him whistle and sing
Many lambs lost to bad weather the rain, sleet and snow
And the predator known as the silver back crow.