Useless MockingbirdMocking bird, oh mocking bird.Your cries are high and sharp...mimicking my every word,but your just a little mockingbird.You try another pitch or two, seeing which has effect.Which will make me snap, you wonder, maybe a pitch deeper?Lies... oh lies you emphasize, with annoying tones and big bird eyes.But little mocking bird, do you see how many listen?Most roll their eyes. They know your lies, little mocking bird.You think I will not stand, save this face you seem to hate?What did I do to you, little mocking bird?What did I do to make you mimic me?Did I sit on your branch?Fly by your tree?No, little mocking bird.I didn't, because you see, I'm not a mocking bird.I do not eat of your vine, or fly the same sky as you.Because, little mocking bird, there are more than enough of you.No one wants another mocking bird,screaming back their echoed words. A pest to the forest calm.Confusing what we know as true, altering our words to fit for you.Mocking bird, oh Mocking bird.
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