Old Raven had a lunch of cheese.   And sly fox did smell it in the breeze   The fox looked up and sweetly spoke      O Raven, on your perch of oak.   Your coat is black and your beak is yellow   If only now your voice were mellow   Yes if only your voice were mellow   You'd be the fairest. Be the fairest   Be the fairest, in the woods.      Ole raven overjoyed by praise   And sure he'd earned it in all ways   Breathed in deep and let a croak   And dropped the luncheon from the oak      Snatchin' of this tasty prize   Sly ole' fox was very wise   To fall for flattery   Good bird   You know it's vanity it's vanity   It's vanity   It must have hurt      Which lessened if you please   undoubtably as with the cheese   A bit too late the raven swore   The road would never cheat him no more