Rare bird, that’s you!
No one hears you when you coo.
Feeling dizzy, looking up
When you are flying overhead.
Strange bird, you can crow
And still run straight without your head—
Cock in many hemispheres,
You’ll still be rising when you’re dead.
Pretty bird, can’t repeat.
Polly wants no crackers to eat.
Caged bird, through bars of sorrow,
What’s that about tomorrow?
Open your beak and you will see—
Song bird,
you are
Free