Calls me a bird brain, this sapiens vain,
Watch his world come tumbling down.
The glued stones will become obvious,
And he'll be the joke of the town.
He said he could defy gravity,
Well fly with me if you can.
Why an arranged show with paid fools,
Who'd clap for even shit in a pan.
I ask does he know, birds are smart,
Has he any idea of evolution?
Or for that matter the smattering of science,
Isn't that vain masturbation.
This and that, piss in the hat,
All kinds of cheap gimmick.
An audience of old drooling fools,
With skull quite thick.
I'll shit on his head, my shit's red,
He'll think he must have bled.
This species will ruin the fun for us,
If they don't die, we'll all be dead.
A civet friend and I have designed a shit fly,
That will incite the humans to a shit crave.
The plague of defecation will be swift,
Tired assholes spinning in the grave.
The owls will howl the fowls will scowl,
Merry will be most other birds.
Soon we will become dinosaurs,
And leave ginormous turds.
