1)
Unlike the common crows I'm rarer
From the birding human primates I hear
Thus I feel special in my black feathers
Also I hate the secondary forest
I heard stories of the rock jungles
From the lesser crows, of course
I don't want to rely on hearsay
I must pay a visit one day
2)
Today I'm wounded and death seeing
How I regret this rock-jungle scouting
Attacked viciously by a human primate
With his weapon named the 'Slingshot'
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