The Crows of Pearblossom – Aldous Huxley

Pais que zelam pelo futuro dos filhos deveriam servir Huxley na mamadeira. I cannot fly – I have no wings; I cannot run – I have no legs; But I can creep where the black bird sings And eat her speckled eggs, ha, ha, And eat her speckled eggs. Eu não posso voar – não