To Irritate A Mockingbird

I wish ever'body would stop ducking the issues . . . but y'all keep chickening out . . . this thread is for the birds . . .

Quit yer cackling!!

People....if nobody eggs him on, that'll be his swan song.

You got no style . . . you're just wingin' it . . .

Don't come here with some cock and bull story . . . nobody will fall for it, and you'll just lay an egg.

Now i suppose you'll go all broody on me . . . i'll have to watch you like a hawk . . .

Cocky, aren't you?

Well, every cock crows on his own dunghill...but just remember: "One day a rooster...the next day a feather duster."

Don't try to pinion me with your downy arguments . . .

goodness...y'all are like vultures
oh well
carrion

Peckerwood.

Lets all do a group sing of Aves Maria.

Now i've got that gd stupid song Listen to the Mockingbird stuck in my head . . . somebody's gonna pay . . .

You are a beak-on of hope.

Hey, DD, this ain't no talon show . . . lay off . . . it's all pun until someone gets hurt . . .

OK now its his tern

There are worse songs to have stuck in your head:

Everybody's heard about the bird
The bird the bird
The bird is the word

Listen to the Mockingbird

Last night I dreamed of my Halley
Of my Halley, my sweet Halley
Last night I dreamed of my Halley
For the thought of her is one that never dies

She's sleeping now in the valley
In the valley, my sweet Halley
She's sleeping now in the valley
And the Mockingbird is singing where she lies

Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird
Oh the Mockingbird is singing oe'er her grave
Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird
Still singing where the yellow roses grow

How well do I yet remember
I remember, I remember
How well do I yet remember
For the thought of her is one that never dies

It was in that sweet September
In September, I remember
It was in that sweet September
That the Mockingbird was singing far and wide

Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird
Oh the Mocking bird still singing oe'er her grave
Listen to the Mockingbird, listen to the Mockingbird
Oh the Mockingbird still singing in the spring

BLAM !! ((thud))

quoth the farmer, nevermore!

I think you grouse-ly overestimate my abilities.

Or maybe not.

Eider one.

I grebe to see this butchery of our language . . .

This is not an example of starling wit . . .

Here, replace it with this:

I'd rather have that stuck in my head than the other . . .

What have those two been puffin? Do you think they're high as a kite? It looks like they're experiencing some kind of raptor. They look falcon stoned to me.