THOSE BIRDS.
There was a girl, fair and quaint.
Who never even stressed her weight.
The birds would talk, the birds would sing.
Their sweet, kind chirps meant everything.
She was as skinny as she was tall,
Beak to beak, they'd shout, "So small!"
Then days turned weeks, and weeks turned years,
Fair and quaint no longer near.
"Curvy and big and round."
Birdies soon lost their sound.
But where did all the chirping go?
Who wants curvy head to toe?
There was a girl, who never ate.
And always stressed about her weight.
Those birds eventually flew away,
But the chirping came to stay.
Now poor, frail girl lay tired and sick.
For surely, those words will always stick.
