WHAT BIRDS MIGHT BE SAYING TO US, IF ONLY WE COULD HEAR IT We can fly, and you can’t! So suck on that Some of us migrate for thousands of miles each year We find our way by detecting changes in air pressure You think you are so great, so brilliant, so smart With your flying machines belching foul fumes into the air Roaring so loud we can’t even count the decibels You shoot us down for sport You tricked some of us into a deal with the devil – that is, YOU – To give up their freedom in order to feed your insatiable appetites Well Ha Ha we gave you BIRD flu in 1918 But we are descended from the mighty dinosaurs We create art cooperatively just by flying in groups What can you do? Wipe out everyone’s home How clever of you |