sly fox
black oak arkansas
old raven had a lunch of cheese
and sly fox did smell it in the breeze
the fox looked up and sweetly spoke
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
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
you know it's vanity it's vanity
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