All the birds are in the park
One claims to be a meadowlark
But only one is singing
It is a song with no melody
There is crowing in the morning
The Raven has gone to sleep
The baby chickens goes peep peep peep
The park comes alive with music
And all the birds begin to sing
The Raven comes awake and to the
music the sound of his voice is garbled
For the rest of the chorus not allowed to sing
For it is beautiful music that the masses bring
The Raven's voice now has become to reek
He throws out his chest allowing none to speak
Reality is his self proclaim is mighty weak
All in the pride must wait for him to go to sleep
For he only hears the sound of praying sheep