There were two black crows living in Oklahoma
When one started feeling rain against his face
But Gary England forcast was for hot and dry
So they did know what was about to take place
Clouds opened up and the rain started falling
Lighting even scared a nearby whippoorwill
As bucket after bucket came tumbling down
The two black crows were in for quite a thrill
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