She's a theiving little crow ,she is
And yet she will not grow.
She hides in the shadow of the sun
And in the shade of night.
She loves to fly from house to house
And steal in without a mouse to rouse.
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She wears a blackened mask to hide her face
To leave you without her trace.
She likes to dance in the night
When others are full of fright.
And she likes to run in the rain
To leave you all with water stain.
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This crow, this crow
Does not steal silver or gold
But the things most dear to you.
The ones sleeping across your hall
It's said she takes them to hell
To join in the fire
In which we retire
