Birds are winging, chirping, singing.
What a terrible din!
How I hate all this avian nuisance!
Jays and grackles raise my hackles.
Here they come back again!
So I lift up my foreleg and plead:
"Kill the birds, kill the birds!
Can't you see? There, where I'm pointing!
There they are - open fire!
We'll bag our limit this year."
Quails and pheasants hide their presence
where there's no one about.
I can almost pretend they're extincted.
But the sparrows raise my hair so,
Hiding up where a doggy can't reach.
"Kill the birds, kill the birds!"
this German Shorthair is begging.
"Blast them all, large and small.
We'll have a grand Kissmoose day!"