Scares The Crows Poem by Ima Ryma

A murder of crows flies above
A patch of pumpkins down below.
The crows do caw a mocking of
The appearance of a scarecrow,
Who in the moonlight looms to scare
The crows into flying away.
But fat and juicy pumpkins there
Incentivize the crows to stay.
But then the crows do notice that
There's something dif'rent 'bout this scene
Of just a pumpkin habitat.
Jeepers, creepers, it's Halloween.

And for the crows a scary sight,
Pumpkins grin and glow in the night.