Mewithoutyou - The Fox The Crow And The Cookie Chords

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Through mostly vacant streets a Baker from the outskirts of his town
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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
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for a chance to steal a ginger spicecake or a boysenberry pie.


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Looking down was the hungry Crow: When the time is right I'll strike
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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, 
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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, 
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the Baker shouted threats by Canzonet to curse the crafty bird:
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You rotten wooden mixing spoon! 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’ 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
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would ease my pains and fears. 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', 
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my slender bill, known through the escadrille, my fierce, commanding claw...


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Ah, I've got a walnut-brownie-brain and molasses in my veins, 
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crushed graham cracker crust, my powdered sugar funnelcake cocaine.
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Let the crescent cookie rise! These carob-colored Almond eyes 
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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
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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...