Oh the pretty bird
She warbled sweetly
Oh the pretty bird
Once sang in rhyme
Now the pretty bird
Calls to her babies
Those poor babies
She cannot find
I wish that I had not
Cut down that mighty tree
Now the pretty bird
Just stands there crying
All the other birds
They scream at me
I worked for the power company
I had not been there very long
It was my third day
And I did not want to
Attack the beauty
That surrounded me
But now the bright sky has been cluttered
With lines that divide the air
So the common man
Can plug in a tv
And use the power
We think we have
Now the summer months
They bring me torture
They bring me no joy
And a crying shame
And the once sweet
Songs of the pretty birds
They haunt me all day
And in my dreams
I wish I could reverse
The damage that I have done
But no amount of good deeds doing
Will make the pretty birds
Stop reminding me
credits
from March 12,
released November 2, 2010
Written and performed by Frederick Squire
(contains elements from the traditional tune the cuck-coo)
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