A crow hops the curb and br Nonchalantly lifts a wing br To wave a car by. br br Like a matador and a bull. br With nothing in his black eyes br He saunters across the walk br br And the lawn to the hedge br And struts in front of the mockingbird's br Nest. Oblivious br br To the mockingbird's histrionics, br And in full view of the mockingbird chicks br With their mouths open wide, br br He gobbles up their supper br Then coolly saunters on. br I know that nothing.