Two old crows sat on a fence rail. <br />Two old crows sat on a fence rail, <br />Thinking of effect and cause, <br />Of weeds and flowers, <br />And nature's laws. <br />One of them muttered, one of them stuttered, <br />One of them stuttered, one of them muttered. <br />Each of them thought far more than he uttered. <br />One crow asked the other crow a riddle. <br />One crow asked the other crow a riddle: <br />The muttering crow <br />Asked the stuttering crow, <br />"Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle? <br />Why does a bee have a sword to his fiddle?" <br />"Bee-cause," said the other crow, <br />"Bee-cause, <br />B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause." <br /> <br />Just then a bee flew close to their rail: -- <br />"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZZZZ." <br />And those two black crows <br />Turned pale, <br />And away those crows did sail. <br />Why? <br />B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause. <br />B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause. <br />"Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ZZZZZZZZ."<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-old-crows/
