Australian Ravens

His only song a prolonged caw delivered quite slow The Australian raven the great pale eyed crow His loud voice can be heard for acres about And when he sing the long feathers on his neck stand out Birds that country people do see every day Out on the brown paddocks or on the roadway Twelve months of the year Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring A long drawn out caw is all that they sing Dark feathered birds that poets tend to ignore High in the cloud World they never do soar Unlike wedge tail eagle they never do fly Upwards and upwards to soar in the sky Yet they are blessed with a charm of their own By many rural people well loved and well known.