You little seeds want to grow.
Us crows want to eat.
You seeds want your little plot of land.
Us smart crows want your little plot of land.
You weak seeds want to block out the sun.
Us superior crows want a better world for everyone.
You cowardly seeds want to spread, plaguing the earth.
Us brave crows want to control destiny.
You rotten seeds want to hate.
Us crows want to eat.