If Everybody’s out to Lunch
Honor, Respect, and Beauty
Yet others think I’m just a cutie
Granted trust and honesty
Yet they would rather watch me flee
Just do as you’re told to get promoted
I’m sorry, but my feathers molted
Replacing tired feathers past
To fly much higher – it can last
I’ll soar above this tired oppression
Leaving you a lasting impression
Birdies ruffle their feathers much
If everybody’s out to lunch
And twitter at their solemn tradition
If only they could tweet my new rendition!
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