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Birdsong

Oh Flappy Bird, oh Flappy Bird,

A creature truly most absurd.

Struggling on with flimsy wings,

Yet for you, a little song I sing.

Stumbling over, under pipes,

In the day and in the night.

Under morning sun you soar,

Under moon you fly and snore.

No praise is given for your deeds,

No-one speaks of your wings' needs.

No-one sees you go to ground,

Just watch you flap with gaze profound.

Not a single word you utter,

Just keep on with your flimsy flutter.

From left to right across a screen,

As if caught up in endless dream.

And finally, a pipe you hit,

Score is given, sound it blips.

Then back again to flight you take,

And making all the same mistakes.

Oh Flappy Bird, oh Flappy Bird,

A creature truly most absurd.

From left to right you still fly on,

And I'm thus compelled to sing along.