Cardinals in the garden
Startled when I spotted them
Nestling with the starlings
Those speckled, restless darlings
Old world seed-eating songbird
Are you somber in slumber?
Are you stronger in numbers?
Are you starving with hunger?
The tanagers are managing
To prove themselves as scavengers
But the old oak tree
They're opening up
All of the acorn seeds
Stealing them in high quantity
From the sterling silver-colored squirrels
With their shaded earl-grey bushy tails
All the tanagers
All the tanagers
All the tanagers...
Those brightly colored chested males...
So go forth
Fourth son
You were not the chosen one
Go forth
Fourth son
You were not the chosen one
By birth, there was before you
The first, the second, and third
No place in the estate
No duty in the church
No work, no worth, no work
No work, no worth, no work
No title to inherit
No bounty, child, no merit
But take your coat of arms and bear it
Marlet stuck against a star-lit sky
Never settles...
Well, his prize is to quest
For the rest...of...his...life…