The Seagull That Turned Into A Crow Poem by Stephen Katona

A seagull pecked at a juicy bone,
Intent on eating it all on his own.
A little crow two human feet away,
Wondered, 'How long is this seagull going to stay?
Ha ha, that's it, chase me, do your best!
Now I can circle around and grab the rest.
Oh fiddle, flump and drat,
I thought you'd be slow you're so fat.
Now if I squish myself down low,
I'll not look like a crow...
How did you tell I was here?
You've no sign of an ear.
I know, I'll look the other way,
You know I'll wait all day...
At last the seagull had cleaned the bone,
And for a moment left the little crow alone,
Until a great big crow landed on the ground,
Crying, 'Look what I've found,
I know how to make this bone crack,
It's insides will make a tasty snack.'
The little crow cried out with woe,
'How did the seagull turn into a crow? '