Angels don't have funcause they're always prayingand crows have lots of funbut they get shot at
they get to eat road killand fly southfor the winter
one angelcollected crow feathersand made herselfa secret wingall blackand she'd fly downand play with the crowstill Godcaught her by the toeheld her upside downand hung her off a tree
the crows sawshe had no bitsyand pecked out her eyes
