Free
Free as a bird
Not a care
No hurtful words
You could fly high
Up to the sky
No real critisism or threat
No needed reason why
But even birds must die death by gun shot
Limbs torn roasted
"I'm king of hunting!"
The fatass boasted
The life of a mee hatchling brouth to an end
Good bye my feathery friend
Free
Free as a bird
Not a care
No hurtful words