No one can block your mouth
To Crow be your designated duty
Be careful not to make our broth
Should you withhold your spouty
I will never assume to be a sleuth
Lest we destroy your beauty
Yet t'was wrong time to Crow
The sound led to the gallows.
In your head is embodied a clock
It rings to trigger your Crow
Maybe because you be a cock
Never have you been snail slow
None can ever have you to block
You know your duty in a row.
Yet t'was wrong time to Crow
The sound led you to the gallows.
Never ever from your routine deviate
To do so invites calamity
Good deeds always elevate
Never deviate from duty
You be king in the estate
We time ourselves with your treaty.
Yet t'was wrong time to Crow
The sound led you to the gallows.
Calamity befell you at eleven
Lights fooled you the time
This night you let out loud sound and even
Shock befell all in a rhyme
An abomination led you to the oven
For a mistake worthy not a dime.
Yet t'was wrong time to Crow
The sound led you to the gallows.
Take from me this great advice
Do the right thing with time
Do not do things in reverse
Do everything at the hour and prime
Stop not in your tracks to pose
Workout till bedtime
Yet t'was wrong time to Crow
The sound led you to the gallows.
By keya

