Baby bird

I was walking down the street minding my ownThen I came across a baby blue bird, tired and aloneI squatted down and picked him up, the poor little soulHe was still breathing so I took him home, and lit the Weber's coalAfter feeding the bird soup, I started cooking dinnerTonight we'd be eating bird, like the first original sinnerI brought out the plate, presenting my wife the tiny breastMarinated and succulent, this was surely my bestShe and I chowed down the meat, it was very fine indeedIt came off the bone, flush white, sweating tiny beadsAnd though right now you think I'm cruel, let me satisfy your shameThe baby blue bird was sitting to my right, eating the very same game



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  1. last panel could have been a bonus
    hide the ending for those interested

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