watercolour and ink on paper
Fair weather friends are not worth much
SWALLOW was a flutter and a flaunt
Saying: Beauty and Grace, my natural haunt
Designer plumage, always best for me
Everywhere I look, jeal-ou-sy.
CROW was a solid old bird
Said very little, or so I heard
Just one little mumbled retort offered:
Mine keeps me warm in winter.
On compliments and sales
It is such a thing when you recognise my...
The SWALLOW and the CROW
SWALLOW was a flutter and a...
Amoral Tales
