The Bird

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I’ve heard there’s a bird
who was grim and was blue
he didn’t have much
that he liked to do.

He’d dribble when drinking
and groan with each bite
Other birds stared with pity
some knew he wasn’t quite right.

From up in the tree top
amongst leaves and debris
the bird was disgusted
and wondered how this could be.

So with a smile and a shrug
he acquiesced to his prowess
he decided to figure
to rid life of its foulness.

Instead of his usual
crying high in the tree
he decided his bawling
was in no way healthy

with a ruffle of feathers
and a flick of his beak
up the treetop he went
and he began there to speak

It was inevitable that he
got right to the tip
done lamenting on faults
his attitude did flip.

He looked at the sky,
and inhaled really quick
and fell to the ground
where the cushioning was thick.

He ran to the edge
of the forest he knows
and screamed from his lungs
He said “My old life blows!”

So a new life began
right there on the spot
the bird he was smokin’
The new bird was hot.

He had some new friends
and he laughed and he played
and with his new friends
is the place that he stayed.