The Crow On The Cradle

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's a girl Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl With rings on her fingers DNA bells on her toes A shadow above her wherever she goes Sang the crow on the cradle The crow on the cradle The black on the white Somebody's baby is born for a fight The crow on the cradle The white on the black