The Ever-Warring Two Birds

by Duncan Jones

Bluebird sits so high in the tree
Staring down at the blackbird
“I can fly faster than you’ll ever be
Even upside down and backward!”

Blackbird, calm, walks on the grass
“Good! Better keep talking longer
How I do hope that you are so fast
Take a look at me … much stronger!”

Whoa now! No now!
Must we have such rude words?
Well, everyone comes to see the show
Of the ever warring two birds

Bluebird swoops down to the ground
The blackbird turns and faces him
The crowd riles up from all around
One flies and the other chases him

Look at them go, oh, blow for blow
And dancing and dodging and dashing
But this can’t last, you surely know
Soon down they both come crashing

Whoa now! No now!
Must we have such rude words?
Well, everyone comes to see the show
Of the ever warring two birds

Blacker and bluer birds, what a sight!
But something else big on the lawn now …
And neither has left any fight or flight
So the black and blue birds are gone now

Too bad for them
So sad for them
But the black and blue birds are gone now

For in the wild when you’re the star
That the crowd has come to see
Go fast and far because where you are
Is not a great place to be

Whoa now! No now!
Such trouble comes from rude words!
Now everyone knows the story of the show
Of the ever-warring two birds