On top of the fence br Is a murder of crows br Shoulder to shoulder br In a single neat row br br They would eat every last one br Of my plump juicy figs br As close as you'll get br To a real flying pig br br They all caw at the net br I just put on the tree br They can steal the dog food br But the figs are for me br br A line-up of monks br With sharp pointy noses br My fruit monastery br They'll tangle their toes br br And when one gets stuck br I should wring its neck br But I'll cut it loose br At the risk of a peck br br I do unto others br And not for naught br I hope its enough br Its all that I gotbr br Jeffrey Tillerybr br