[Verse] On the limb of an oak sat a cunning old crow And chatted away with glee As he saw the old farmer go out to sow And he cried "It's all for me!" [Verse] Look Look How he scatters his seeds around From dawn till the sun goes down He thinks he's planting a bountiful ground But it's all for me Me Me! [Verse] The farmer labors His hands in the dirt Sweat stains his tired brow But the cunning crow perches high Alert Laughing He claims his now
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