Crow’s dye

Crow’s dye

Mother's favorite bird is the crow

A bird nourished by my mother

Only the crow

Friday Tuesday New Moon

Our local crow has good rice

Even if mom likes all the crows

Does not like large billed crow

It has patriarchal thoughts or something

Mother’s ka ka is enough

A common voice gathers together

No matter how many times I call, they don't come

Crows think of the thankfulness

Mother says that if the crow sounds, the guests will come

I think it might even be hungry

Mother said, "Oh no, they grow independently"

Then I ask her, why do you want to nourish

She says, Crow is called our ancestors

Why did the ancestors have so much black hair

She said it was so

Whether Crows may dye their hair or something

Because she would get angry if I asked

Someone ask mom

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