Smile now the flies are coming And when they are gone you'll miss them Creeping in and out the windows Landing on you as you're sleeping Amateur magicians casting spells to bring back souls forgotten No one stirs here but a pigeon Named crow Well pretty little girls do often grow up To be vicious liars Happy little smiling thieves Always in their sunday best Living in a traveling show That maps it's routes But travels no where No one stirs here but a pigeon Named crow A pigeon named crow