Dorothy Parker - From A Letter From Lesbia lyrics

… So, praise the gods, Catullus is away! And let me tend you this advice, my dear Take any lover that you will, or may Except a poet. All of them are queer It's just the same- a quarrel or a kiss Is but a tune to play upon his pipe He's always hymning that or wailing this Myself, I much prefer the business type That thing he wrote, the time the sparrow died (Oh, most unpleasant- gloomy, tedious words!) I called it sweet, and made believe I cried The stupid fool! I've always hated birds….