Inwoodians

Caw Caw Caw, Who , Who, Who,

We were birds in the night.

Riding the wind, we knew every nook and cranny and slipped like
shadows in and out of the buildings.

We were ditch-em masters at night.

During the day we were knows as Inwoodians, we earned the right to be
known by our ancestral heritage.

You could hear us when we wanted you too and we were invisible when
no one was looking at us.

Beware the night when you hear the caw caw caw, or the who who who
for we are watching you.

We are waiting , caw caw caw, who who who, ribbit, giggle ...