CAW CAW
Hmmmm… Well … My buddy the Magpie … Remember him? HER? Well yes, I suppose on some level George might think of herself that way …
CAW CAW …
As George flies
S/he calls out
CAW CAW
The time is near
Feeling fear
That time again
Summer’s end
Comes round
And round
The Crone
She’s found
So near the end
Where to
My Lovely
The singer
Might ask
And she will give
The very last
The most priceless
Of her gems
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