The herons drank too much
the drinks ran straight to their brains
they became crossed eye and sick

They went to the eagle in a grouch
You're in pain they said in chagrin
You're broken hearted and forsook
You're lonely and have a false grin
you're crying and dying and in shock
head full of horrors you're in the margins
You are afraid and hiding and in hock
you in despair depressed and full of gin
you bad and mean and out of luck

The eagle laughed and took a ride
soared high and watched the twaddling fools
its obvious these egrets are missing a dime
blinded and mad they've lost their tools
beaky and brainless stupidity in prime
I am an eagle I don't follow heron's rules
Do I bathe and waddle like herons in slime
or raised in the dirt and feed on stools
do I find pleasure like herons do in grime

Another eagle flew past in graceful flight
Have you heard the herons whinging forever
They have  Munchausen Syndrome By Proxy
They are sick and need to project to gain attention
They are too dumb and sick to rationalise anything