The Pot Bellied Goddess

The birds have all flown underground The trees bend down to touch the sky Silence is now the only sound We wait for pigs not birds to fly They had a lot to say, had a lot to say They had a lot to say, a lot to say What is wrong with the birds? Please, Buffy tell me what it is They don't sing anymore And it gets harder every year To remind them of the tune We have to help them soon Will you help me sing? We are the birds We know the words But we just don't want to sing Well, I think I overheard their plan When I was walking all alone They took a vow to sing again When the cow jumps over the moon They had a lot to say, a lot to say They had a lot to say, a lot to say What is wrong with the birds? Please, Buffy tell me what it is They don't sing anymore And I don't think they will again Can you teach the pigs the tune? So we can hear it soon Will you help them sing? We are the birds We know the words But we just don't want to sing They had a lot to say, a lot to say They had a lot to say, a lot to say They had so much to say, so much to say They had so much to say, so much to say It's hard to walk with shaking legs It's hard to talk with shattered teeth Well, it's getting late for birds like me My stomach sings, I'll have my words --- The Pot Bellied Goddess - He Is Legend