Crooked Bird

Flapping ragged wings over pawns and kings

There is often much talk of the fortune it brings

Each belabored stroke brings out a broken croak

It delivers its doom to all manner of folk

No way to ward it off, just pray it stays aloft

Well, it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft

Beware the jagged beak of which they fear to speak

Never think you're exempt from the tribute it seeks

And if you hear that crooked bird, just close your shutters tight

Heed the warning written here and live to see the light

If you look into the sky and catch its eye

No way to ward it off, just pray it stays aloft

Well, it comes for the brave and it comes for the soft

Beware the jagged beak of which they fear to speak

And never think you're exempt from the tribute it seeks

And if you hear that crooked bird, just close your shutters tight

Heed the warning written here and live to see the light

If you look into the sky and catch its eye

It will alight!

And if you hear that crooked bird, just close your shutters tight

Heed the warning written here and live to see the light

If you look into the sky and catch its eye

It will alight!