Helen, can’t we talk about other things besides crows?
Crows! Crows! Crows!
Crows exist, they’re a reality.
There’s nothing we could do about it.
We just have to get along somehow,
Keep our beaks out of each other’s feathers.
Look, Helen, at the beautiful ocean:
The weather is warm, the sun’s out,
There’s plenty of snacks on the beach.
Why don’t you just meditate on that sailboat
on the horizon.
Relax, kick back. Don’t worry–
Our eggs are safe with Grandma.