Sitting upon this rock today,
My eyes behold a mockingjay.
I whistle a tune, just to see
but then the pollen makes me sneeze
mockingjay sings melody
and then he tries to sneeze- oh please
I haven't laughed since Katniss left
She'd have cackled at this, I bet
But I can't do it, not today
Not while Katniss is away.
The mockingjay left, here, going, gone.
And the branch that he was on
as empty as Katniss' part
Of my crying, shattered heart.