Author Anonymous On the first of March The craws begin to search. By the first o April They are sitting still. By the first o May, They're a flown away, Croupin greedy back again Wi October's wind and rain. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments