Here's Birdy Freda, Queen of her street,
Kind words, loves birds.
She dishing out help, she's dishing out sweets,
Stout heart, discreet
And the neighbours, how they loved her.
And Birdy Freda alone in the park
Breadcrumbs, night comes
She wants to fly but doesn't have wings
Birds do, thank grief,
So Freda, how she loved them.
But cats – they are not birds.
And Freda found it absurd
That opposites, attract murder.
So Birdy Freda stocked up on food,
Fed cats, did good
By killing their hunger she hoped to see
Cats lose dead needs
10 bowls out, how they loved her.
But cats, they are not her.
Killing for fun is part of their fur.
Well fed, they went further.
And Birdy Freda very soon saw,
Breadcrumbs, no more
Wasted uneaten they lay on the ground
Feathers, she found
From the dead birds, who had loved them.
In time she saw she was wrong
Changed her feeding plan
Pills crushed in the bowl
Turned her into cat.
So Birdy Freda now spends her days
Psych ward, long stay
Still has no wings, but now she has claws:
Tallied, three score
Beware what you hate.