Lyrics
Oh, the Old Crow flew through the old barn door
and he “fewt” on the table and he “fewt” on the floor
and he “fewt ” in the coffee and he “fewt” in the tea
and if I hadn’t of moved he would of “fewt” on me.
Thanks for the warning “fewt” so long.
Actions
The last time the crow “fewt”s cover your eye.
(as if you just got bird droppings in your eye)
Comments
Sung to the tune of “The Turkey and the Straw”
except for the last line