mewithoutYou - The Fox, The Crow And The Cookie Lyrics

Through mostly vacant streets
A baker form the outskirts of his town
Earned his living pedaling 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
Or a poison berry 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 short bread 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 raccoon
You better bring those pastries back
You no good bird 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

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