Crow is beautiful, shiny and black.

At least she was before the bleach attack.

For now Crow’s feathers are as white as snow,

White is the new black, you know.

Crow is happy she looks like that,

She really was fed up with black.

For even a crow can wear white

Or… red,

When she is to be a sparkling bride,

And wed.

Crow is marrying Crow.

Crow will wear black,

For he is crow and a bit like that.

Crow and Crow.

Married,

And so….

Crow wants twigs and stones and baby-crows,

He wants nests, a life at home.

Crow wants diamonds and fluff and bows,

She wants the sky and yearns to roam

Crow marries Crow

Crow will stay and nest

For he is a crow and somewhat repressed

Crow and Crow

Married

And so….