Wide spaned wings flap about my remaining eye

Long hooked beak, tapered claws, a giant housefly

Running behind me wherever I go

And clinging to my side

Making me feel as though

My main doctor up and died...

My head hanging low

As if I'm in a trance

Walking very slow

In a Prozac Prance

I scream, 'I am not afraid

Go on and peck me good

Like some homicidal aide

Drawing, all my blood

My little cockatoo

My big boo-hoo

Beak feathers pulled back

From your feathery face

In a greedy grin

You have eaten my soul

With cracked corn and mayonnaise

Thou glorified hen

Thou fancy white crow

But that's all right

You are simply divine

My little dust mite

Dancing in a ray of sunshine.'