Sing some words
For the birds.
Sing it sweet;
Clean 'n' neat.
Sing it high
When they fly.
Sing it low
When they go.
Sing in Spring,
In their thinking.
Sing in Summer,
Song of shimmer.
And in Autoumn,
Make a dictum-
For the Winter,
Be the hunter.
Hunt the birds,
In their herds.
Raze their nests,
Pluck their crests,
Eggs be crushed,
Zone be hushed.
Quench the hunger,
Kill your singer.
Dance the evil,
Appease Devil.
Spring comes
With no drums.
With Life anew,
For Death to live.
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