The psyche and the birdie

"Fly fly, fly away,
Spread your wings
And let them sway.


Till the arrows bring you down,
Ohh you dont have to frown,
Its not like I will kill now.


Death will come
Oh yes it will.
Through the meadows
Uncharted thrill.


Till then just try to fly,
Fly away, away and high.


Just pray the arrows miss you hon,
Pray you miss out the fun,
That funny lil smile i mean,
Of a dying man, shaven clean.


There is nothing like a gallant Knight,
Wounded, bleeding, deep in plight.
Heroic words come out still,
Bloody hell, SHUT HIM OUT PHILL.


Hey you birdie,
You still here?
Didnt i tell you
To fly away dear?


Listening to my stupid words?
Oh you blame me now? You nerds?
Just wait on there
I'll fetch my sword
And cut you here"


Seeing the man go away,
The lil birdie flew away,
She felt glad she could fly,
That poor guy couldnt try.


How could he
locked in bars?
Of his own prison
His own scars.


Prayed the birdie " hope he gets
A new birdie to play with
From behind the bars
Of his prison cell,
Psycotic he may be
But he's swell"


Passed the birdie the message on,
"Did you see the psycho there?"
Curiosity kills the cat,
So birdies are safe,
Aren’t they Matt?”


To the Psycho they flocked in groups,
Thanks to the lil birdie he shooed.
Hope he talks a lil more,
From that dark and stinking hole.


So that atleast he can see
The birds, the trees, the bees,
When he looks up to talk
To the lil birdies who went
To the Psycho in flocks.