birds, birds
let me pass by
please, birds, don't shit in my eye
birds, birds
as you grow bolder
please, birds, don't shit on my shoulder
birds, birds
see where my feet are led
please, birds, don't shit on my head
birds, birds
there in the sky so blue
just let me be
please, birds, don't shit on me
and i promise i won't shit on you
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Reviewed by M. B. (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2005
LOL!!! I laughed me arse off on this one, Steve. I'm thinking of these HUMONGOUS Sandhill cranes who hang out around where I live. On foot, they are between 3 and 4 feet high, with a good 6 ft or better wing span. Ohhhh man... LOL!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2005
My poor daughter got it straight on the head when she was younger. First time I saw her wanting to wach her hair really quick!
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on February 18, 2005
Okay this is funny and my brother-in-law said he wanted to come back as a bird because he wanted to shit on the people that had shit on him. I think he meant it.
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