Foulsmalls

There's an obnoxious little crow
flapping round our school.
Foulsmalls is the corvid's name;
she stinks of spite and stool

An ugly bird, of evil mien,
she pecks and caws and claws.
Her frizzy feathers, frazzled face
are fairly fatal flaws

This crow is desperate for a mate
(her beady eye's on me).
Her halitosis, though, is such
Don Juan himself would flee

For gossip, innuendo, cant
Foulsmalls is your bird;
a vicious tongue, a nose for dung:
her beak's in every turd