Whistle while wandering

The crow never flies south

He told me with a grin

The spirit lives beyond

The mortal coils of sin

He tipped his cap slightly

Aligning it rightly

Ever so slightly

Recalling a story he heard

As the crow flies straight

So is spoken word alight

If ever there was never

A dark and stormy night

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