For The Birds

The bird on the wire sang more sweetly

Than Old Laughing Len ever did

The Old Laughing Lady became Pretty Peggy

Playing her heart out in his head

The fluffy pink toy flamingo

Had no heart to place his hand on

Not much of a voice to speak of

And not one single leg to stand on

The children denied him cried like the gulls

Looking down from the the eye of the storm

Bourne up there on a two wings and a prayer

For the white horse you can take anywhere