Aw Caw, Ain't I a Crow?

i'm a crow, especially when i stand atop of this pine tree here. Ain't i a crow? And where's the scarecrow? There he stands, two bones stuck into a pair of old trousers. I could go hang myself anyway. For the present, i'll quit pip's vicinity. But he's too crazy witty for my sanity. So so i leave him muttering.