in a row
about something or other;
one said he was flighty-
he was talking about his brother;
another said the quickest way form A to C
is the way I fly it,
avoiding that place called B;
a third grumbled at the lines upon her face,
‘Oh, why are they called Crow’s Feet? I look a right disgrace!”
The fourth and fifth crows,
we’re nit-picking about picking-nits,
“It’s okay for you, you only have two;
me, I have a hundred and three!’
‘Well, that’s nothing to crow about.’
said the other.
And on it went.