Theres a bird... On that tree over there
He's afraid of me I don't know why.
There's something in the air
Telling him beware.
" Its a dangerous creature
With weapons of fire
It'll take your home away from here
Gone. Away from here.
Your children, scattered and sold
In cages ironically gold and silver.
Gone will your tree, your nesting place be
Every nook, every cranny,
Gone.
Your feathers, so admired by the sun
Coveted red and green
They'll make into things they call "beautiful"
But you see birdie,
You're so much more beautiful than anything they could ever create.
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