The Cookies – Letras de Neo Dada Heyday

Those birds in that tree have been playing all day
When one bird is startled they all fly away

In easy formation they twist, roll and bend
Seeming to outline the shape of the wind

I'm smarter than them individually
Scattered bird brain in the top of the tree
But I must confess they remind me of me
When I consider them collectively

I like to watch them while I eat my lunch