The Priest And The Crow

A priest tried to get a hurt crow to say Christ,

formed his lips as if this would help,

enunciated through the S and T.

The crow, with his bandaged wing, said Shit,

at least to himself, and the lesson went on.

Christ, said the holy bird to the vile,

and paced around and beflapped himself.

Christ. Say Christ. But the crow said Aw.

Christ, Christ, Christ, said the priest.

He had nothing to do for the next three days.

Christ in the morning. Christ all day. Christ by candle light.

And on the final day, when they were eating lunch,

the crow put a solid C on aw. Caw, said the crow.

The priest jumped up and, unswallowing his food,

repeated in ecstasy after the crow: Caw! Caw!