I took you from a tree,
Set you on a disection table.
I cut off your wings.
Baby birdie can not fly.
I love the way,
You cry.

I love to watch,
All little things die!
It is so cute,
Watching them try to fly!
I love the way,
You cry.

Oh sweet little birdie,
You look so pretty.
Let me feed you,
Through a plastic tube.
I love the way,
You cry.