Dear John,
WE REMEMBER (what you did) !!!
John your lunch is ready, time to eat Crow!
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn’t that a dainty dish,
To set before John, the chow hound?