Yellow breasted bunting

They are born to fly in the Himalayas
Flocks of them and they
Were found all around Asia
And recently they say
Got themselves to China
And there they met their end
The Chinese people eat them
Their souls they like to send
To the Rainbow Bridge forever
For it’s there they have to go
In Guangdong In
2013 alone
I million birds
The fear is clearly obvious
Night roosts on the ground
See them quickly netted and captured
It’s been found
They are an endangered species
But the Chinese do not care
They are close to extinction
So very very rare
They are very beautiful song birds
Often stewed with rice
Known affectionately as rice birds
Their flavour does suffice
Roasted till they are crispy
Bones and all it’s said
And scooped up with their chopsticks
So now we are led
Up and down the mountain paths
To try and find a song
A little bunting hopefully
Singing all along
It’s dulcet tone remarkable
For it’s singing for each friend
Who is eaten by the Chinese
And thus meets his end

China has to realise these wild souls
Are not mean’t
To be deep fried and eaten with rice
That was not why they were sent
Here their incarnation e
Was to give the trees
Wild song
To create in us their melody
That is where they belong

My appeal tonight is to China
To the southerners so try
And eat these tiny little birds
Really why yes why
There is now so little protein
But a heart that shines like gold
So will leave them well alone
And if you see them sold
report the trader straight aWay
For he does break the law
The yellow breasted bunting
Needs a life like never before