On charcoal wings it plummets from above:
An omen ill, claims Arna Kennerüd.
Yet in my heart, its sight brings only love.
For Storm Crow, other two-drops I eschewed.
Play Tarmogoyf? What if my graveyard's light?
I had as lief throw down a Runeclaw Bear!
Tiago's Mage is flashy, but too slight-
That weakling dies to Gut Shot, Zap, or Flare.
No Confidant too Dark shall grace my board,
Since cards for life I'll not so dearly buy.
Though Stoneforge Mystic bring along her Sword,
I'll none of her, until she learns to fly!
No better card did e'er see print in blue
Than Storm Crow, that magnificent 1/2.