PAINT THE BIRDS
Paint the birds, tuppence a can
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a can
"Paint the birds," that's what she says
While wings make rainbows above in the sky
In Saint Paul's shadows, the colorless statues
Of famously suffering saints
Look on in wonder, their eyebrows ascending
To see how she peddles her paints.
Though the cans are tiny and cheap
Listen- Listen- She's making a heap!
"Paint the birds, tuppence a can
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a can!"
Sparrows and pigeons, despondent and jumpy
All grey as the smoke from the coal
Unloved and stepped on, depressing and dumpy,
Bright colors could perk up their soul.
"Buy a can, buy one for your kid.
Two full ounces, a brush in the lid.
Paint the birds, tuppence a can.
Long last! Dries fast! Tuppence a can!"
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