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