They kept coming back, those darn birds they did;

all it took then was to be a little open-minded.

Sooner or later I'll have my own grand shindig;

each one of them will become my personal guinea pig.

Someone told me about lysol, they can't stand the smell;

this I was looking for, the greatest bombshell.

I hear no more chirping, no not even a flutter;

looks like I'll become the world's best troubleshooter.

It came to me this morning, oh my sinister plot;

let's try VICKS VapoRub, now I hit the jackpot.

That stuff is pungent, very sticky too;

they're going to wish they were in a faraway zoo.

Who ever thought one can have so much fun;

it's even better than employing a popgun.

Birds-of-a-feather, just get you away;

take to the highway, you just can't stay.

They kept coming back, those darn birds they did;

all it took then was to be a litle open-minded.

My sweeping days are over, succeeded on how to outwit;

glad I don't have a bird brain, they were just an easy target.