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Updated on May 19, 2012

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

copyright (C) 2011 christopher w neal all rights reserved

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