Is that a dead bird
Still in the grass?
I don't know, let's go find out
I think I'll pass,
At least 'til tonight
When the air is still
This side of the hill
Please consider my appetite
Perhaps the breeze will warn us
Crinkling bag or heaping decay
Let's just enjoy the weather
Surely the pleasant breeze
Will set our minds at ease
But why stall and stay instead
of seeking resolution, planning ahead?
Why must you on misfortune dwell?
Drop the subject, we'll be all the merrier!
You'll have us sit and suffer the smell
And blame that poor hobo's terrier
How does the same wind carry us away
Each in different directions?
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