There was a Raven called Wilf

Fairly quiet, he kept to himself,

‘What do you do all the time?’ I asked.

He blinked his mirrored eye.

‘What do you expect of a bird?’

he said, ‘I observe, observe, observe,

and I fly when I need to fly.”

 

‘And does that make you happy?’ I asked

He nodded his head, ‘Oh yes,

my happiness is complete,

far more than you could ever guess,

but I also like talking to you

and dropping a seed here and there.’’

I smiled, ‘Ah yes. Your troubles are seldom and few.”