Merely its two wings beating
And the mockingbird preaches
All morning but who-who-who
Is listening so he keeps on
Through the night his karaoke
Of the top ten hits of history
On automatic repeat
Demanding no one sleep
Stuck on some mythic princess
Caught in the thralls of love
Waiting for the riddle to be solved
And yes I’m listening like a child
Wanting the same story every night
And upset if anything’s omitted
Or one note is changed
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