Victory

Victory is ours! Said one crow to the other, As they soared in the sky above. For below them they had spied Golden corn, that was ripe, From which, they would have their feast. Tantalizing ears of gold Laying out row upon row Though as a river when the wind blowed. 'And no one is there'! Exclaimed one crow in the air 'To protect that golden hair'. So victory is ours! Exclaimed the crows beginning there dive Upon the corn, coming into sight. But then shots rang out, And two crows fell to the ground As the corn waived in the wind. Then walked two farmers to the crows Who were hidden out of view To observe the birds which flew. Then one farmer spoke to the other About the corn they defended together, Exclaiming, 'victory is ours, over all others'.