The Oriole Who Was a Schoolyard Bully 'til His Wing Broke

(Brian Hendrix)

A song I wrote based on the ongoing saga of the birds underneath my lilac bush. There's one big fat oriole under there who used to shriek and fight any other bird that would try to get to his patch of dirt. But there's always someone out there bigger and tougher.

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The oriole who was a schoolyard bully 'til his wing broke Those other birds, he'd peck and caw, they'd fly away when he spoke Caw and call and marking his, that little patch of Earth You ain't gotta go home, Lord, but you can't dig in my dirt Anger and resentment, Lord, know it was just plain greed He took everything he wanted, Lord, much more than he did need Those bluejays and those robins flew through skinny by the bye Hold your ear to the window, hear their calls turn into cries Underneath a lilac bush where lay a tiny patch of mud You'd hear 'em fighting every day but the others had enough Compete with this bird, they could not, they'd just admit defeat Through sycamores and fields and poles to get something to eat One day a black crow smelled the rot, a pile of uneaten worms He flew down underneath the bush, Lord, screams are all you heard The oriole, he limped on out, but could no longer flap his wings The saddest song you ever heard, but made you happy that he'd sing The oriole who was a schoolyard bully 'til his wing broke Now lies dead in the tall grass, no longer does his beak poke That little patch, contested mud, it's started to dry up For that oriole is dead and gone, for them that is enough Yeah, that bully now is dead and gone, for them that is enough

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