Bird walks all around.
Bird pecks on the ground and asks why, why, why.
You only want to fly, fly, fly.
Today you’re going to die.
I’m so full, I’m starting to moan, moan, moan.
Moan, moan, moan.
Moan, moan, moan.
Moan, moan, moan.
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