The Birds - Spencer Radcliffe

Desexed and unwound

Asleep without a sound

Desexed and unwound

Breathing sweet freedom from the pound

When the birds come back North, we will track them down at dawn

Wage a war on every hunter, barking louder till they’re gone

So all the bugs in the dirt, digging it down to Earth, can ride on

Desexed and unwound

Asleep without a sound

Desexed and unwound

Breathing sweet freedom from the pound

When the birds come back North we will track them down at dawn

Wage a war on every hunter, biting muskets till they’re gone

So all the bugs in the dirt, digging it down to Earth, can ride on

To all the bugs in the dirt, living for what its worth- right on

Heed these six words my friend: «preserve the drake, preserve the hen,

«or you will remember when we served for the birds