Caw, caw, caw, caw,

Stealin’ your fries, stealin’ your fries.

I once heard an old black fella expound on the distinction between ‘cool’ and ‘hard’, a talk that stayed with me for its poignancy.

This guy? This guy right here? There is no distinction. He can do both, and by God, he will.

This crow is strutting hard to the Bee Gees and my mind cannot be changed.

First line is definitely Tim Curry.

It portends the arrival of the Anunnaki.