Drunken Birds - Cursive

Mimicry’s the most ulcerous form of mockery

It rewards me handsomely

Don’t kill the mockingbird

Two teaspoons of the old elixir!

Magpie looks in the mirror

The external world seems to disappear

What, exactly, do you see in there?

Four teaspoons of the old elixir!

Drunken birds falling off the balcony

You got to flap them wings

Learning how to teach your parrot to speak…

A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing

How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey

Repeat after me: I need to delete all history

Some things are best left repressed

Albatross necktie looks so dignified

But you got to loosen it up

Eight teaspoons of the old elixir!

Drunken birds weaving through sycamores…

How to teach your parrot to speak…

A couple more drinks, hear the jailbird sing

How a lifetime cooped up has left him cagey

Cagey!

I need to delete all history

Sixteen spoons of the old elixir

Thirty-two spoons of the old elixir

Sixty-four spoons of the old elixir

Night, night!