I'm going to get up with the wrens,
Peck those early worms outta their holes
And peck em back in again.
Then I'll fly the northern hemisphere
Like a narrow minded drone,
Spy out all the stunning facts
And report it to my clone,
Who will in turn fly worse north
While I fly directly south,
And while he answers to Oden
I'll shove cherries in my mouth
And search for corn that's been laid by
And barley that didn't fit the combines teeth.
And if they never find me,
I'll consider what the sparrows heard
And hop a train for Charlottesville.
This life is for the birds.
And then tomorrow,
I'll really get after it.
-jenn
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