There is this bird I know:
Coocroo, the rebel crow.
He’s the white sheep of the family.
He’s hang out with robins and happily!
He’s even been seen, ou there on the green
chatting with a bat, imagine that!
Coocroo’s evident lack of decorum
was much deplored by the clan’s forum.
But the rebel didn’t give a hoot,
except when talking to an owl
or some other indecent fowl,
whilst grinning merrily to boot!
But the very final straw
was when a passerby saw
rebel Coocroo havin’ a laugh,
tellin’ a joke to a giraffe!
The elders almost fell off their perch
and sent the miscreant off to church
to teach him better behaviour,
but he was seen as the Saviour!
You see, the paster there was bored
and he’d made a deal with the Lord,
to crown the next to come as The Son
and what d’ya know, Coocroo had won!

My Gran's wonderful furry companion Francis




