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"