They come to milk the crows at Dawn –
or some such other time;
.
‘Two pints of your freshest black-top!”
.
would soon be heard in the local shop.
.
“Two pints? You’ll be lucky;
we rarely manage to get a drop!
Milking crows is the profession of fools,
and has always been a flop!”
.
They come at dawn, to milk the crows,
and we all know how that story goes.
Graeme Sandford 