Aunt Sally

Four birds sing a song.

"We stick together, we are strong"

A feather falls to the floor.

"We are the rich of rich, the cause of envy from the poor"

The bird wants air, an open door.

All she sees is agony and gore.

"We are the master you are the whore"

Another feather drops towards the floor.

Her heart torn.

"Be careful, we'll replace you if you give us a bore"

The feather lands on a thorn.

"Oh, give us more, give us more"

Three birds sing a song.

And another bird joins to sing along.