Through mostly vacant streets a Baker from the outskirts of his town earned his living peddling sweets from a ragged cart he dragged around.
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The clever Fox crept close behind, kept an ever watchful eye for a chance to steal a Ginger spicecake or a Boysenberry pie.
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Looking down was the hungry Crow:
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When the time is right I'll strike and condescend to the earth below and take whichever treat I like!
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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.
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Using most unfriendly words that the village children had not yet heard, the Baker shouted threats by Canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
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You rotten wooden mixing spoon!
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Why, you midnight winged raccoon!
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You'd better bring those pastries back, you no good, burnt-black-macaroon!!!
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The Fox approached the tree where the bird was perched, delighted, in his nest:
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Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
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It's your old friend Fox with a humble request.
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If you could share just a modest piece, seeing as I distracted that awful man...
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This failed to persuade the Crow in the least, so the Fox rethought his plan:
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Then, if your lovely song would grace my ears, or, to even hear you speak would ease my pains and fears.
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The Crow looked down with the candy in his beak.
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Your poems of wisdom, my Good Crow, what a paradise they bring!
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This flattery pleased the proud bird so, he opened his mouth and began to sing:
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Your subtle acclamation's true, best to give praise where praise is due.
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Every Rook and Jay in the Corvidae has been Raven about me too!
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They admire me, one and all... must be the passion in my 'Caw', my slender bill, known through the Escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw...
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[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]
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Ah, I've got a Walnut-brownie-brain and Molasses in my veins, crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered Sugar funnelcake cocaine.
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Let the Crescent Cookie rise!
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These Carob-colored Almond eyes would rest to see my Cashew Princess in the Swirling Marble Sky.
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We'll rest upon the Knee where all divisions cease to be and rootbeer float in our Banana Boat across the Tapioca Sea.
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When letting all attachments go is the only prayer we know.
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May it be so, may it be so, may it be so, oh...
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Amen
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The Fox, The Crow And The Cookie
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Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |