The Birds

Desexed and unwound

Asleep without a sound

Desexed and unwound

Breathe in sweet freedom from the pound

When the birds come back north

We will track them down at dawn

To wage a war on every hunter

Barking louder 'til 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

Breathe in sweet freedom from the pound

When the birds come back north

We will track them down at dawn

To wage a war on every hunter

Biting muskets 'til 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 it's worth, ride on

Heed these six words my friend

Preserve the drape, preserve the hem

Or you will remember when we served for the birds