Bye-bye, Benny!
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
Grimbeau 