Grimbeau

Byrdland

At Banbury Cross or nearby toward Brum

Two wagons, four minstrels and two horses come

But by civil war they, and their followers,

The birds, are waylaid by some hollerers

The media arrive in their legions too,

The birds smelling danger away off flew

But returned with yarn and other things,

Flax, and hemp, bandages and strings

Their cohorts tethered themselves to the wagons

But the horses were obstinate and put a stop on

Until a Mina bird popped out and proudly stated

These people, while of your genes and shape

Have no more want of you; they are full of greed and hate.

And so foolish it would be to stubborn stay

Sure, they eat horses processed don’t they?

In flight the birds on their underlings shat

The hoodie, chav, toff, and coppers hat

As Aeolus changed his tack and the west wind

The humans gave up on all human kind

Blew then toward Lundy and immunity

A clouded-cuckoo-land community.

The fleeing wanderers came to quickly know

They would change into the family Crow.

So, with all the morphing and trysting sorted

Bands was from each rocky were exhorted

Then came the birdland celebration day

Love was therein joined, and sorrow cast away