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There was once a petty crow

There was once a petty crow That took and took, all not his own.

But little did the crow know,

The king of the universe had seen from his throne. But little did the crow know,

And see he did

And see he did watched him flit

About and about

About and about Never returning

About and about Never returning all he stole

He drowned in his selfish bought

The petty crow had once known

The petty crow had once known A beautiful song, in his wit shown.

And in penitence, for the poor crow,

And in penitence, for the poor crow, It was taken, the only thing he truly owned.

It was replaced with a dull caw,

It was replaced with a dull caw, ...

It was replaced with a dull caw, ... For the crow paid with his jaw.