The Crow On The Cradle by Mary Black
The sheep's in the meadow
The cow's in the corn
Now is the time for a child to be born
You'll laugh at the moon and you'll cry for the sun
And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun
Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this baby is a girl
Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
A shadow above her wherever she goes
Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle
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