Birdsong

I see shitloads of birds around this city and they're constantly singing and flitting about and one day i was sitting by the canal and there were a couple birds drifting around so as they were being quiet and giving me a chance to talk i started writing a song and it came out rather goofy but it's endearing and after and above all, for all their noisery and disencouragment, what would life be without birds?:

I was lost on the way you talked to me
I waited in low tones
I looked for a chance to dive in,
shoo be doo be doo
Trash was piled up all around us
Trash was sinking in deep
Smashing good you said when you saw me but
I sensed the pitch

You could not be had by me
You said it would not be
You're the bird who's always sing but never speak
You would not be caught uncooth
With some young cranky sleuth
Who's still looking for some transcendental clue

Wings beat at the sound of laughter
Wings beat in the cold
Wings beat when you're tired of sleeping
doo be shoo be doo
Stand still by the water's edge
Stand still for the tale
I'll still swim around you when the wind blows us away

You could not be had for free
The price is high I see
You're the bird who's always clucking tongue in cheek
If you would listen to my plea
I'd condescend to be
Your secondbest on this sol-i-tary tree