My Sweet Song Bird

The partridge swings happily in the tree,

For some reason it cannot see,

The death day is drawing near,

And the partridge doesn't show fear,

A cat awaits from afar,

Turning out all the sounds of traffic and car,

Silently it crouches,

Then it pounces,

The partridge squawks with surprise,

Too late, the said bird dies,

Feathers and down shower the air,

The bird is now in Heaven's Care.