Once there was a boy who was the living dead
He lived his life with a bird on his head
There the bird stood, it blinked quickly and often
Watching and observing its eyes would not soften
Funny, they looked different but yet much the same
Sharp nose, small eyes, spindly legs, round bodied frame
The boy spoke little, as the bird did the squawking
When the bird said chirp the boy did the walking
Chirp, tweet, chirp, tweet, chirp, cheep-cheep
The bird was only quiet when the boy was asleep
Tweet, Tweet! Squawked the bird, early in the morning
The boy heard little when his mouth wide from yawning
The boy, barely awake, a real zombie he did make
Chirp! Effing! Chirp said the bird, it means in English, For effs sake!
“Ok, enough!” said the boy and got on with his day
The bird shut his beak and thought who…Effing…Ray!