Soaring the sky it’s flying.

That mockingbird is lying.

Lazy on its nest it lies,

To hunt it never tries.

Screaming. Screaming. Screaming

All it does is sing.

At night it never sleeps.

Its wings will shed,

And tears from it fall.

Pecking on trees,

Just trying to live.

That bird never plays.

Always worried about prey,

And trying no to fall from its nest.

Ohh look at that bird it’s crying,

Away from cats,

It’s flying.

But wait, it fell.

Ohh look at that bird it’s dying.

The poor bird never fled,

And now it’s dead.