Through mostly vacant streets, a baker from the outskirts of his town
|
Earned his living peddling sweets from the 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 or a boysenberry pie.
|
|
Looking down was the hungry crow, "When the time is right, I'll strike
|
And condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I'd like."
|
The moment the baker turned around to shoo the fox off from his cart,
|
The crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie and a German chocolate tart.
|
|
Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard,
|
the baker shouted threats by canzonette to curse the crafty bird.
|
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon! Why you midnight winged racoon!
|
You better bring those pastries back, you no-good burned-black macaroon!"
|
|
The fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted in his nest.
|
"Brother Crow, don't you remember me? It's your old friend Fox with a humble request.
|
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 would grace my ears, or to even hear you speak,
|
Would ease my pains and fears." The crow looked down with a 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:penis
|
|
"Your subtle acclamation's true! Best to give praise where praise is due.
|
Every rook and jay in the Corvidae's been raving about me too.
|
They admire me, one and all. Must be the passion in my caw!
|
My slender bill known through the escadrille, my fierce commanding claw!"
|
|
I got a walnut brownie brain, and molasses in my veins,
|
Crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered sugared funnel cake cocaine.
|
Let the crescent cookie rise. These carob colored almond eyes
|
Will rest to see my cashewed princess in the swirling marble sky.
|
Will rest upon the knee, where all the visions cease to be
|
A root beer float in our banana boat across the tapioca sea.
|
When letting all attachments go, is the only prayer we know,
|
May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh.
|
|
-----------------
|
The Fox, The Crow, and The Cookie
|
| Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |
