Koel, since you can’t fight the crows, you deceive them
You don’t hatch your eggs in your nest
Slyly you approach the unguarded nest of the Crow
Lay eggs in it and slip away
You know cuckolding a crow is not easy
Still you manage it so crookedly
Crow, you think you are clever
But you are a stupid gullible foster parent
You can’t distinguish your eggs from that of Koel’s
You look after your foster children so well
How can you be so crooked
The children of Koel parents
Live in Crow boarding homes
There is discipline, there is order
There is love for the foster parents
More than the love for own parents