Mewithoutyou - The Fox, the Crow and the Cookie lyrics

rate me

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