Carrion crow sat on a style
Saw the soldiers walking in file
Said to the Soldier "This is good
Tomorrow you will be my food"
Carrion Crow sat on a log
Watching the battle through a fog
"I don’t care who’s the winner,
Here is where I get my dinner"
Carrion Crow sat on an oak
Watching the moon cracking a joke
"Dulce et decorum est, pro Corvum
mori, so I
Get to eat a soldier’s dead eye"