I watched a little birdie as it fluttered in the air,
Riding on the wind without even a care.
A cute little thing with it's feathers and it's crown,
Well it use to be cute until a trucker ran him down.
I watched a smashed little birdie,with it's feathers flying in the air,
I think the only tire that didn't hit him,was the one underneath,the spare.
The trucker kept a going,feathers all up in his grill,
I watched as his trailer dissapeared over the hill.
Times like these are sad,it's all a part of nature,
But it makes me happy because I am a vulture.