Crows

 There are crows, like poppy seeds on a bun.

There are trees at the edge of a meadow like the hairs on the head of a girl sitting in algebra class. The girl is not popular but can perform bird calls. Along the classroom windows, crows. Class is disrupted, the janitor dispatched to break up the pageantry. Bakers have befriended the crows. They give them buns and laudatory anthems that the bakers sing. The girl becomes a baker. At the school, algebra class devolves into boredom and ruin. The crows call an assembly at which they crown the girl Crow Queen. Each student is given a marble. All of them become bakers. There continue to be crows, like poppy seeds on a bun, like bakers at their work, strutting and whistling in the dawn.