The Pot Bellied Goddess
The birds have all flown underground
The trees bend down to touch the sky
Silence is now the only sound
We wait for pigs not birds to fly
They had a lot to say, had a lot to say
They had a lot to say, a lot to say
What is wrong with the birds?
Please, Buffy tell me what it is
They don't sing anymore
And it gets harder every year
To remind them of the tune
We have to help them soon
Will you help me sing?
We are the birds
We know the words
But we just don't want to sing
Well, I think I overheard their plan
When I was walking all alone
They took a vow to sing again
When the cow jumps over the moon
They had a lot to say, a lot to say
They had a lot to say, a lot to say
What is wrong with the birds?
Please, Buffy tell me what it is
They don't sing anymore
And I don't think they will again
Can you teach the pigs the tune?
So we can hear it soon
Will you help them sing?
We are the birds
We know the words
But we just don't want to sing
They had a lot to say, a lot to say
They had a lot to say, a lot to say
They had so much to say, so much to say
They had so much to say, so much to say
It's hard to walk with shaking legs
It's hard to talk with shattered teeth
Well, it's getting late for birds like me
My stomach sings, I'll have my words
