O Little Birdy

O, little birdy,
	haven’t you heardy?
	You will be plucked today.
Cooing and lovin'
	soon in the oven
	baked on a silver tray.
Glazed honey sweetened
	you will be eatened
	served on a plate e'er long.
So, little birdy,
	O!, little birdy,
	sing to me one last song.






“O! Little Birdy!” was in Rudi Rubberoid’s NOMO THE ZINE, January 1992; then in THE RATTY'S GAZETTE 8, 1995. It was gathered into my chapbook collection LAKE OF THE DEVIL: POEMS OF MOROSITY AND JEST (Seattle: Duck's-foot Tree Productions, 1995) limited to 75 copies.
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Blanca Avatar
March 2, 2018 at 6:41 PM
Poor little bird in the frying pan. so sad.
Salmonson Avatar
March 3, 2018 at 7:41 PM
It really is. It's why I'm a vegetarian.
Michael Avatar
February 28, 2018 at 5:12 AM
What song do you want to hear...I enjoyed this one...All the best
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