"Crow"

In a labyrinth, the suburban crow
Takes a peek around a corner that he doesn’t know
But the corner turns, so he takes it slow
It’s all right to look ahead if you are safe below

In another time, so the crow had heard
That a maze was not a problem for a fancy bird
But it is the deed, often not the word
And the actual accomplishment is much preferred

So he took a rest, and he drank Bordeaux
And he never really made it to the next plateau
Cause he thought it best just to let it go
And avoid a situation of a quid pro quo