There is a bird on my window sill
So indecisive, sitting still
She could have been up on that tree
Instead, she came and talked to me
“Oh pretty girl you know things well
So tell me which one would be swell
To sing for a crowd that isn’t there
Or to die for a crowd that doesn’t care?”
I didn’t know quite what to say
And so the bird, she flew away
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
There is a bird on my window sill
So indecisive, sitting still
She could have been up on that tree
Instead, she came and talked to me
“Oh pretty girl you know things well
So tell me which one would be swell
To sing for a crowd that isn’t there
Or to die for a crowd that doesn’t care?”
I didn’t know quite what to say
And so the bird, she flew away
An old one I dug up from the archives circa 2012-2013.
Not sure where I was going with this but here it is.
Thoughts?
