He's hunched over
Suspiciously guarding his fancy watch
And his beautiful new wind chime.
Feather in cap, this blue-eyed bird merchant
Hops and sneaks, sneaks and hops
Towards his nest
In the darker corner of town
Where he will lay on his bed
And gaze at the shiny new objects
Before tucking them into the straw
And taking his rest.
Suspiciously guarding his fancy watch
And his beautiful new wind chime.
Feather in cap, this blue-eyed bird merchant
Hops and sneaks, sneaks and hops
Towards his nest
In the darker corner of town
Where he will lay on his bed
And gaze at the shiny new objects
Before tucking them into the straw
And taking his rest.
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