Strange little bird,
fluttering neither here nor there,
never living, never flocking,
even if we ever might so dare.
Sitting, cooing, drooling,
thinking its the world he’s fooling.
Strange little bird,
fluttering neither here nor there,
never living, never flocking,
even if we ever might so dare.
Sitting, cooing, drooling,
thinking its the world he’s fooling.