The Birds

Hush little, Cathy, don’t say a word.

Mitch’s gonna’ kill the pitch-black birds.

And if your cage-ed birds won’t sing,

Be thankful that they can’t take wing.

And if the seagulls break through glass

Don’t drop a match in the leaking gas.

And if we don’t make it through town,

Just hide your eyes, and don’t fall down.

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