I threw a bird into the air
It flew away I know not where
No wait a minute, now I know
It's pecking at me down below
With its beek after my toes
For in his business went my nose
My shoes are small protection now
That this bird is having a cow
He's angry at me all because
I simply couldn't mind my schnoz
Nevertheless I must protest
This was at some person's behest
Because that bird was such a pest
It picked a place to build it's nest
Most inconvenient to be sure
And though it's motives might be pure
It made it hard for those not that bird
To ever achieve the final word
And after squawking like loon
The bird would then proceed to tune
The rest of us out while it hunkered
In it's nest where it stayed bunkered
And all of us with shouts and yelling
Were unsuccessful in our telling
Of that bird how it was wrong
Why can't we all just get along?
Because that bird is bad and hateful!
I'm all down now with that grate-bill!
Bye-bye birdie! Hey so long now!
Go and sing a different song now!
So with socks sticky and clotted
And a reputation now spotted
I did what everyone wanted
But that bird is still undaunted
Now they say leave it alone
So I will go home and moan
And drink some warm milk
And go to bed
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