The early breeze is crisp,
The new summer morning is bright.
The farmers return to their fields,
Amidst all, a morbid death knell chimes.
In a tree, in the woods,
Three birdies held for blasphemy,
They await their execution,
Will they survive the night?
These three little birdies
Got to die
Got to die
Got to die
These three little birdies
Are the meat sacrificed
These three little birdies
Got to die
Got to die
Got to die
The king of the land
Has to ensure it lasts and prospers.
Three little souls
To be beheaded, since the Devil asks for,
Three little souls, for the kingdom, a meagre price.
They never failed to abide
Yet with vengeance in their eyes
Fomented a rebellion, to ensure their lives.
So…
These three little birdies
Got to die
Got to die
Got to die
Thus, these three little birdies
On the altar, to be sacrificed.
These three little birdies
Got to die
Got to die
Got to die.
~Soubhik Chakrabarty
Kolkata, India