I heard a pretty magpie that sings in the treenTell me dear bird what you're singing to menA message of love? Of joyous good cheer?nOf sweet happiness for all mankind to hear?n(for all mankind to hear?)nnTo this, the pretty magpie replied in a thrice:nSadly reality isn't so nicenI'm warning those near of my murderous streaknTo clear off or feel the sharp tip of my beaknnKeep away or there may well be blood on the branchesnAnd my foes know for sure there be no second chancesnnAnd so unto the magpie I cried in dismay:nHow could you dare to mislead me this waynThe gist of your lilting mellifluous songnIs twisted and foul! Are you sure it's not wrong? n(Are you sure it's not wrong?)nnThen quoth the surly magpie, its beak in a sneernHumans are hopeless! You have no ideanYour arrogance fully outweighs your true worthnYou're just one of billions of species on earthnnKindly take no delight in my song of reprisalsnGet out of my sight or I'll peck out your eyeballsn(repeat)