Never Mess with a Crow with a Machine Gun*

Never mess with a crow

With a machine gun

Cawing

from the top of a buckeye tree.

Taking the small boy from his sleep

And caw caw calling him

To ride on the wings of Merlin Magic

Above the clouds

Released from the bonds of time

To trod the parapets of Camelot

To gorge on a frier

With Friar Tuck

To hold sweet Esmerelda

Shield her eyes and soul

From life injustice.

Never mess with a crow with a machine gun

Cawing

Splitting the fresh spring morning

With alarm clock steadiness

From the top of the steadfast buckeye tree.

It was he who began the dreams

That jet black mystery

It was he who touched the spirit

Long known by those

Who stretch their eyes and minds

Into the togetherness of one world, one universe

So they can fly on strong magnificent black wings.

Never mess with a crow with a machine gun

Cawing

From the top of a burgeoning buckeye tree

Unless you are prepared to accept

The joy and pain

Imagination brings.

Then join him in his strident song

And sail with him away from the golden buckeye tree.