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Sitting high in the treetops bare,

There he sits, with his powerful glare,

Watching, watching,

People pass him day by day,

As he waits for the perfect prey,

Watching, watching,

No one can escape his almighty clutches,

Everyone that passes, his eyes touches,

Watching, watching,

The dead oak tree twisted and bent,

He sits upon with evil intent,

Watching, watching,

For the oak tree is not as twisted as,

His vicious mind reaching past Valdez,

Watching, watching,

A mouse below scuttles unaware,

That it will soon be in for a frightful scare,

With a leap and a dive the Raven soars,

The mouse now fixed inside its jaws,

The Raven swallows the mouse fresh and whole,

Knowing it has complete control,

As it flies back up and lands on the dead oak tree,

The Raven returns to its killing spree,

Watching, watching.