The Sparrow, the Thrush & the Nightingale

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The Sparrow, and The Thrush, and The Nightingale Have put their love-songs up for sale Old Mister Sparrow said "It's for the best Think of the chicks now, we've got to invest We could lie in bed almost every day It was such a silly song, anyway" "We got to get up every morning at six And I'm living in a house that's made of sticks If we could give all that music a rest We can move ourselves to a bigger nest I never really knew what the song was about So let's all fly away and rent the old nest out" Now said Mister Thrush, "May I disagree? I'm sick of living in a tree I've always been such a hard-working bird Singing my love-songs to please the world It's time to get ourselves a respectable house Sitting on a nest, what was that all about?" The Nightingale was the last to speak He said, "Hang on boys, now listen to me For I am the bird with a song so sweet That everybody weeps when I open my beak And all of our fans call you 'The Other Two' So I should get a little bit more than you" The very next day when I happened on by Empty the nest was and empty the sky From the trees there was never a sound But blood and feathers on the ground I really can't imagine what the problem could be When everybody knows that music is free