Compass-ion for Jack Magpie.

My cheeky feathered friend, black and white there is no end.
To your Mischief!
Magpie! why so shy? you cry..
Just a moment ago you where on High.
Now all alone you sigh, about plans that went awry.

Soon around noon, or maybe midnight.
With wings a new, you will take up flight.
Show those crows how to row row row.
The beginning is now so flow flow flow.
On those rivers of dreams.
With you bright blue wings.
Put your ace in the hole and go for the wins.