That Queer Bird - with audio

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That queer bird
So absurd
She keeps her heart
Quarried in broken thought

Depart down the gizzard
So cold Tis like a blizzard
Full of rocks and cheesy holes
Frightful to onlooking souls

Busy eggs tunneling
Dizzy legs rummaging
Clockwise in concentric circles
Ever tighter cranial miracles

Flap your wings to catch a gnat
Force feed the chicks this and that
Great birdbrained urgency and yearning
Makes for lots of twisting and turning

Could make a coo coo bird cock-eyed
Fortunate you see from out each side
Yet Henny Penny could not tell
She was not nearly schooled so well

As this fastidious Popinjay
So much learned, so much to say
Welling thus ever upward
With inards wending froward

Bustling activity to spend the bird
Squawking clatter shields her word
Blinded by, hell and heat you see
Not your average chickadee

Trumpeted, brassy, Scythian, bright
Little clamorings of chicks in flight
She stands imperious to the wild peels
Of would be proteges' frightened squeals

Trampled on by her clumsy feet
Scratched like flint in retreat
Bones snapped like whittled matchsticks
G-d save, from her, their tiny necks.