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(lyrics below)
It was the year
we named our children after songbirds
[don’t you know]
My son was Crow
My brother named his daughter Magpie
[Oriole]
My friend had triplets;
She named them Bunting, Chough and Jay.
[Hey-de-hey]
Before too long
They grew from hatchlings into fledglings
We kept them warm
We lined their nests with twigs and tinfoil
We fed them millet
We fed them suet, seeds and worms
Now they are grown
Who would’ve thought they’d be ungrateful
They changed their names
They go by Tessa, Kate and Arthur
They eat at Arby’s
And never raise their voice in song
--Bob Kerr
Bob Kerr is a playwright (and occasional songwriter) based in Brooklyn. His plays include "The Potato Creek Chair of Death," "The End of the Road," and "In Search Of...Sasquatch." www.robertkerr.net
(lyrics below)
It was the year
we named our children after songbirds
[don’t you know]
My son was Crow
My brother named his daughter Magpie
[Oriole]
My friend had triplets;
She named them Bunting, Chough and Jay.
[Hey-de-hey]
Before too long
They grew from hatchlings into fledglings
We kept them warm
We lined their nests with twigs and tinfoil
We fed them millet
We fed them suet, seeds and worms
Now they are grown
Who would’ve thought they’d be ungrateful
They changed their names
They go by Tessa, Kate and Arthur
They eat at Arby’s
And never raise their voice in song
--Bob Kerr
Bob Kerr is a playwright (and occasional songwriter) based in Brooklyn. His plays include "The Potato Creek Chair of Death," "The End of the Road," and "In Search Of...Sasquatch." www.robertkerr.net
