Crane Song (Ver. 1)

I saw a bird today
And then it flew away
As it sung soliloquy
For why it wouldn't stay
Late fall brings winter's cold
And I won't suffer that, no

And to tell you the truth, I'm despised
On account of my appetite
Eating worms and mice
Sacking stores of rice
But grain is the only thing
That brings me pleasure these days
So swing your wooden sticks
And will me far far away
Sharp wings the only things
That help me taste my escape
Harsh words from mockingbirds
Their parrots, sparrows, and cranes

You've heard of feather down
I've heard in my hometown
They take it to factories
And stuff it in quilted sheets
I'll find your feather down
And stuff your body with heat
Weather the winter's cold
Encased in warm winter sheets



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Hefter
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