Through mostly vacant streets
A baker from the outskirts of his town
Earned his living peddling sweets
From a ragged cart he dragged around
The clever fox crept close behind
Kept an ever watchful eye
For a chance to steal a ginger spice cake
Looking down was the hungry crow:
"When the time is right, I'll strike
And condescend to the earth below
And take wichever treat I'd like"
The moment the baker turned around
To shoo the fox off from his cart
and snatched a shortbread cookie
(tart) Using most unfriendly words
That the village children had not yet heard
The baker shouted threats by canzonette
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon
Why, you midnight-winged raccoon
You better bring those pastries back
The fox approached the tree
Where the bird was perched delighted
"Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
If you could share just a modest piece
Seeing as I distracted that awful man"
This failed to persuade the crow in the least
So the fox rethought his plan
"Then if your lovely song
Or to even to hear you speak
Would ease my pains and fears!"
with the candy in his beak
"Your poems of wisdom, my good crow
What a paradise they bring!"
This flattery pleased the proud bird
So he opened his mouth and began to sing:
"Your subtle acclamation's true
Best to give praise where praise is due
Every rook and jay and corvidae's
They admire me, one and all
Must be the passion in my caw
throughout the escadrille
I got a walnut brownie brain
Crushed graham cracker crust
Let the crescent cookie rise
These carob-colored almond eyes
Would rest to see my cashewed princess
In the swirling marble sky
Where all of the visions cease to be
A root-beer float in our banana boat
When letting all attachments go
Is the only prayer we know
