The sparrow and the thrush and the nightingale
Have put their love-songs up for sale
Old mister sparrow said "it’s for the best
Think of the chicks now - we’ve got to invest
We could lie in bed almost every day
It was such a silly song - anyway
We got to get up every morning at six
And I’m living in a house that’s made of sticks
If we could give all that music a rest
We can move ourselves to a bigger nest
I never really knew what the song was about
So let’s all fly away and rent the old nest out”
Now said mister thrush- "may I disagree?
I’m sick of living in a tree
I’ve always been such a hard-working bird
Singing my love-songs to please the world
It’s time to get ourselves a respectable house
Sitting on a nest - what was that all about?”
The nightingale was the last to speak
He said “hang on boys now listen to me
For I am the bird with a song so sweet
That everybody weeps when I open my beak
And all of our fans call you ‘the other two’
So I should get a little bit more than you”
The very next day when I happened on by
Empty the nest wasand empty the sky
From the trees there was never a sound
But blood and feathers on the ground
I really can’t imagine what the problem could be
When everybody knows that music is free
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