​birds Sacri

I saw a bird, it's not a plane
But maybe I'm just going insane
Because the bird came down onto me
Oh yes, it tackled down

I don't want to be tackled by birds
But sometimes actions hurt more than words
The golden rule states how they want to be treated
But the birds over here don't think that that's really needed

It's not a pretty sight to see
When the birds come down from the sky to meet with me
Oh to be a bird so freakin' carefree
How hard of a life it mustn't be

There's a reason I stay inside
It's because I really need to hide
From the flocks of birds up in the street
Keep me high up on all of my feet

The flocks of pigeons, the flocks of crows
Tackle from my feet up to my nose
I'm able to sustain a lot of the blows
But now these birds are all my foes

I don't want to be tackled by birds
But sometimes actions hurt more than words
The golden rule states how they want to be treated
But the birds over here don't think that that's really needed