To those who stalk the weary skies Leering with voracious eyes Before, alas the time is come When that who yearns is rendered numb To those who strut a model’s walk Bleating strong a boisterous talk Their scaly legs a serpent’s skin Allow the summer to begin So here’s to flitting, feathery wings To those who cry, to those who sing Who hunt alone, or strong in herds Oh, the lessons we learn from the birds
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