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"The Fox, The Crow And The Cookie" lyrics |
 Through mostly vacant streets
A Baker on 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 spicecake
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 like!
The moment the Baker turned around
To shoo Fox off from his cart
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 Canzonet
To curse the crafty bird:
You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
Why, you midnight winged raccoon!!
You'd better bring those pastries back,
You no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!
Fox approached the tree
Where Crow 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 spare just a modest piece,
Seeing as I distracted that awful man...
This failed to persuade Crow in the least,
So 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
Crow looked down with the candy in his beak
Your pearls of wisdom,
My Good Crow,
What a paradise they bring!
This flattery so pleased the proud bird,
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 in the Corvidae
Has been Raven 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...
(THE COOKIE DROPS, FOX RETRIEVES IT -
THERE IS COMMOTION IN THE TOWN
AS THE BAKER GIVES CHASE
CROW IS HUMILIATED,
REALIZES HE'S BEEN TRICKED,
CONTINUES HIS SONG)
Ah, I've got a Walnut-brownie-brain
And Molasses in my veins
Crushed graham cracker crust
My powdered Sugar funnelcake cocaine
Let the Crescent Cookie rise!
These Carob-colored Almond eyes
Would rest to see my Cashew Princess
In the Swirling Marble Sky
And we'll rest upon the Knee
Where all divisions cease to be
And rootbeer float in our Banana Boat
Across the Tapioca Sea
When letting all attachments go
Is the only prayer we know
May it be so,
Amen
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