Little Birdie
Little birdie, do you remember that time,
Countless days ago, in the fogs of memory,
That time, before your wings and beak and feathers,
Before you ran free in the air, before you chirped your songs,
That time, oh so long ago?
Little birdie, do you remember that time,
Back back, before the grass covered the Earth,
That time, with matte scales, jagged teeth and oak tail,
When you stalked the lands, when you roared your kills,
That time, oh so long ago?
Little birdie, do you remember that time,
Long forgotten, but now returned and remembered,
That time, when you were master, when you were dangerous,
Before you turned into that cute, twee, adorable ball of fluff and feather,
That time, oh so long ago?
Little birdie, do you remember that time?
I think so; I think you do,
That time, billions of years ago.
And although the ages have crushed and tamed you, maybe,
You know, I believe I favour you now.

