I like you crow
Land up on that telephone pole
My shouldersslowly rise at an acute angle
Slowing me, slowing me
Flock of birds
Like a spotted sheet, thrown out to the wind
Tumble and preside

Auburn eyes, familiar
Auburn eyes, tumble and preside

Yes, you have me now, man, with your beautiful machine
With your pretty packaged food
And your pesticid'd vegetables
And your [bad word] automobiles
And your numb-to-nature peoples
Programmed to [bad word] your double-arched steeples
Yes, your televised peoples
And your hypnotized leaders

Yes you have me now, man,
With your stereophonic speakers,
With your stereophonic speakers,
And your technological ideas,
And your enlightened spiritual teachers,
And your stereotypical features

Auburn eyes
Erratic and sharp-seeing
Know my soul up on high
Fly away with me