The gentle hum a Robin told
Sets it’s wings for halls of gold
Empty, faithless, doesn’t know where to fly
A Raven landed by the tree
Said come little birdie and follow me
You can’t, we can. We’ll set out for the sky
So up, up, up those little birds flew
Spreading their wings to heights of blue
Racing, chasing into those mashed potato clouds
But a storm started rumbling as they went
The Robin she fearfully went to panicking yet
Hey you, say you, Raven did you hear those sounds?
No no my sweet it’s your imagination
We’re okay as long as we stay away from them
Don’t worry dear little bird, we’re not so far away now
The thunder grew louder, the wind picked up
Little Robins heart made a wild thump thump
Flapping terrified she wanted to go back to the ground
As the rain started swirling the Robin gave a crone
She said, this isn’t what I bargained for, I’m going home
Cackling, laughing, the Raven he said, it’s too late for that.
The tempest turmoil swallowed the Robin whole
Chewed her up, and took away her soul
Betrayed laying in the rain
Someone tell me what you think of that?
And the moral of our story should ring true
If somebody comes along to help you
You better ask twice, when they’re particularly nice
Or the Raven’s gonna swallow you too.