There was a broken songbird in my basement,
Who would always yell, "I shall not sing until you fix my placement.
I want to be upstairs you stupid man".  
Well I had no retort other than "please just show me your wingspan".
Then at that point I suppose it remembered its wings,
and jumped out the window with a spring
to balance all its yang and ying,
and satisfy its urge to sing.

So I got a new bird,
I liked it more,
I taught him a few words,
only four,
and then he died,
prematurely...