One With The Birds

Leave me alone
 Is all that I say
 When I have nothing
 In me to give away
 A purple martin in her house
 She hollers at me
 She says why be inhuman?
 Why be like me?
 Like so many robins
 Like so many doves
 Like so many lovebirds
 With so many loves
 Like so many seagulls
 Like so many hawks
 Like so many thrushes
 And so many cocks
 Like the songs of the bobwhite
 Without any words
 When we are inhuman
 We're one with the birds
 And at six in the morning
 You rise from the pillow
 Stand steaming above me
 While I slumber below
 See I'm one with the blanket
 Laying fragrant and loose
 You're one with a whip-poor-will
 You're one with a goose
 Like so many robins
 Like so many doves
 Like so many lovebirds
 With so many loves
 Like the songs of the bobwhite
 Without any words
 When we are inhuman
 We're one with the birds
 So sing with me
 And widely spread
 Your olive wings
 Embrace my head
 Fly with me
 Until we are dead
 And one with the birds
 Well a swallow will tell you
 Without using misleading, heartrending words
 When we are inhuman
 We're one with the birds
 Yes, when we hide our feelings
 We may as well fly away