Note: Image credit Stefan Wittmann  on Deviantart (2011)

Have you heard the mocking bird

When she tries to sing

Mockingbird mockingbird, she wish she were queen

With a broken crown

With tattered down

Her brass bells all miss the hour

Where young water flows

To only where the St. John's knows

She perches on her bower

The worn out ward where her ashen wings

Beat softly on the soot stained stones

Where roots and reeds and all their trees

Grow gently on the town hall bones

Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen 

The cardinal and the robin

Impressionable beings  

They invoke the dove 

And they vote the bramble king

But it caught them by the pinions 

And did choke them down

And now at the vineyard 

Not one like them can be found

She sings for them, this MarMar

The songs of the now dead

Thus bramble put a bounty 

On the little thrush's head

They put a bell about her neck 

and her countenance was shrouded

Her wings could not bear her 

so she tumbled to the ground

Why Mockingbird, mockingbird, do you wish you were queen

For I've seen lowliness in her glory

In black and in white

I've seen loneliness in the streets

The squares and the market place

I've seen those not slain

And they mock and they scream

Mockingbird, mockingbird, she wish she were queen

Crows set antebellum on fire

The Jay bird wants the bracken king

And Mockingbird, oh mockingbird, she wish she were queen