The night was icy and the sky was dark When the Crow flew high over Regent’s Park. His wings were tired and his legs were old, So he looked for a place to get out of the cold.
In this charming tale told in verse and illustrated in full colour, a lonely crow flies across London’s night sky, looking for a warm place to sleep. But from scowling owls to trumpeting elephants, the cosiest bedsall seem to be full already! Will poor old Crow ever find somewhere to rest his weary head?