He places the number into a tube,
It's a yellow plastic shoobedoobe.
It says: "Though your fingers may tickle
You'll be safe in our pickle."
Suddenly, black cloud come down from the sky.
Its a supersized black bird that sure can fly.

The raven brings on darkness and night
He flies right down, gives me one hell of a fright.
He takes the tube right out of my hands
Man, I've got to find where that black bird lands.

"Look here John, I've got to run
I need you now, you're going to come?"

He says to me:

John:
"Now can't you see
Where the raven flies there's jeopardy?
We've been cured on the couch
Now you're sick with your grouch.
I'll not risk my honey pouch
Which my slouch will wear slung very low."

Rael:
He walks away and leaves me once again.
Even though I never learn,
I'd hoped he'd show just some concern.

I'm in the agony of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.

The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I'm running so very hard with everything that I've got.
He leads me down an underpass
Though it narrows, he still flies very fast.
When the tunnel stops
Catch sight of the tube, just as it drops.
I'm on top of a bank too steep to climb
I see it hit the water just in time
to watch it float away, watch it float away, watch it float away...