I have a little bird, who is looking for a mate.
I think he wants a Mrs. or maybe just a fling.
All day he checks out a mirror, and primpts and preens with glee.
He wiggles those little tail feathers, winks and nods his head.
I tell him he has know hope in the love stakes,
If he keeps this nonsense up.
He is behaving like one of those Greek Gods,
Just looking at himself, now if I see him in a toga,
A olive branch behind his ear, I will shrug my shoulders
Just walk away, there is no hope for this little birdie here.
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