I changed my name to Cyril
\nIn the hope you’d be my friend
\nAnd now you are leaving Britain
\nMy dream comes to an end<\/p>\n
I cannot fly that far dear friend
\nMy wings are already sore
\nPractising the journey
\nWithout falling on the floor<\/p>\n
On your mind your off to Carolina
\nAnd on my mind I am staying where I belong
\nI’d hoped to be eating maggots
\nOut of your sweet hands
\nAnd even chirping as you sing a song<\/p>\n
But it is not to be
\nOh dear, I am really sad
\nHow can you leave me
\nI will be forlorn
\nAll I wanted was to sit upon your table
\nAnd be photographed with the coming of the dawn<\/p>\n
I learned to tweet to chirp to sing
\nEven to build a nest
\nI learned to lay eggs with thick shells
\nYea I do not jest
\nAnd you are now about to leave
\nLeave me all alone
\nJust when I was happy
\nReally to have known<\/p>\n
Peter the j Arthur’s rank of bird movies<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading