Once upon a time there was a crow,
He was happy you all must know,
But once a question stuck his mind,
Why is his voice hated and grind.
The next morning he visits a parrot,
Sitting inside a house in front of field of carrot,
The crow asks the parrot if he was happy with his voice,
The parrot stares straight and was full of ice.
The parrot said your voice is nice,
I feel having voice which is not nice,
Will be suffice, as you could survive,
But in between the owner of the parrot arrive.
The crow was sad as he was interrupted,
But the volcano of crows curiosity was erupted,
He decided to go to an animal with fame,
There was nothing other than peacocks name.
The next day the crow went to birds monarch
he searched in woods, but found him in park,
As crow reached the king of the birds, his eyes were full of tears,
The most beautiful bird was in the cage , now ; he can see what some animals bear.
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