Classic Poem

The corbie and the kestrel
Are robbers to all the rest,
But the corbie gives chase to the kestrel
That hovers too near his nest
When fatherhood's fierce tenderness
Kindles the corbie's breast.

The corbie and the kestrel
Are robbers to all the rest—
But better for you, my sorrow,
Sucking my bitter breast,
Better for you had you been born
In the fierce corbie's nest.