sly fox

Lyrics

old raven had a lunch of cheese, and sly fox did smell it in the breeze, the fox looked up and sweetly spoke, o raven, on your perch of oak, your coat is black and your beak is yellow, if only now your voice were mellow, yes if only your voice were mellow, you'd be the fairest. be the fairest, be the fairest, in the woods, ole raven overjoyed by praise, and sure he'd earned it in all ways, breathed in deep and let a croak, and dropped the luncheon from the oak, snatchin' of this tasty prize, sly ole' fox was very wise, to fall for flattery, good bird, you know it's vanity it's vanity, it's vanity, it must have hurt, which lessened if you please, undoubtably as with the cheese, a bit too late the raven swore, the road would never cheat him no more