We little city birds,
We think it’s a little absurd
As they think we are filthy
And maybe even gross.
But, what did we do wrong?
Just pooped on the red cars,
And left the white away.
Even sat on people’s windows,
As they drank their tea
Some sat beside me,
And some tried to scare me, obviously.
They even think of me a putrid paltry,
And some feed me as the elderly!
