1
B-ir-ds
I come to
Un-der-stand,
Bet-ter 2
In Bush Be
In 1 Hand.
That’s why We’re
Here think-ing Con
Trap -tion,
Til then We
Sit round Fire,
And Em-pty Pan.
2
This how You
Get to Live
In a Man-sion.
Sta-rt with 1
B-ox’ed string,
Trap a Pheasant.
Robin’s Poona
Ni-Bush soon in
Both of My Hand.
Feeling like the
Fire’s Fing-ers
Dan-de-lion,
Feathers endeavored
To keep Me safe
From the storm.
But It ‘s FLE-SH!!
That Our group
Is waiting on!
In this Place
Where distant looks
Con-tem-plate,
Swing Low Sweet
Cha-riot meet
Amazing Grace.
3.
Bir-ds
I come to
O-ver -stand,
Bet-ter the 2
In Bush
Be in 1 Hand.
Til then We
Continue
With Our Plan.
Fill empty Pan
As We try
Keep the Fire.
