Bird brain

I changed my name to Cyril
In the hope you’d be my friend
And now you are leaving Britain
My dream comes to an end

I cannot fly that far dear friend
My wings are already sore
Practising the journey
Without falling on the floor

On your mind your off to Carolina
And on my mind I am staying where I belong
I’d hoped to be eating maggots
Out of your sweet hands
And even chirping as you sing a song

But it is not to be
Oh dear, I am really sad
How can you leave me
I will be forlorn
All I wanted was to sit upon your table
And be photographed with the coming of the dawn

I learned to tweet to chirp to sing
Even to build a nest
I learned to lay eggs with thick shells
Yea I do not jest
And you are now about to leave
Leave me all alone
Just when I was happy
Really to have known

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