A Mockingbird, just fly away,
Holds tightly to the truth at bay.
So watch me here, I'm just a bird,
A purely chirping Mockingbird.
As family dies and all is lost,
My fervent hope, a dwindled thought.
So bind my legs and tie my wings,
Gag me now, don't let me sing.
A Mockingbird, as I am free,
I'll fly away to shining seas.
Yet I am bound by hands and feet,
Just rip my life till six times three.
Reap the tears and hear the cry,
Lay me here, you let me die.
To sing my last, a lonely song,
As all the birds will chirp along.
And give my last to faintly fly,
Tis to do is die on why
Six times three will cancel out
When blue jays choose to stop this drought.
Shoot all the blue jays you can hit,
For those who try to kill this sin.
Alas, the rule that breaks the curse:
A sin to kill a Mockingbird.
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