Waxwing

Once, under juniper
 A wicked word
 From bones and broderie
 Became a bird
 She cut her feathers up
 Into a cloak
 And fled back to her almond tree
 When he awoke
 Fair Jorinde it be Hallowtide
 Oh Fitcher's feathered head
 Wherefrom, wherefrom
 Find the petal with the pearl inside
 Black eyed Susan's out of bed
 And up in song
 Seven ravens stalk the inbetween
 The fairytale foretold
 September sent the rain
 In silver darts
 Send them soupy for the guillotine
 How many heads have rolled
 To see our livers slain
 And eat out our hearts
 Fairings for the four and twenty
 Don't you brood, little birdy
 Would you like to bake a pie
 If you need a lesson
 I have plenty
 Kick the jinx
 And kiss him goodbye
 Jorinde I'll carry you up and into the sky
 Oh God, make me small make me somebody else
 We'll make it out brave, we'll make it out whole
 I flew through the forest and wept where you knelt
 You watered the grave, you met with my soul
 You ran with the flames and you taught them to dance
 Come back to bed, come back to us
 Now they would burn if you gave them a chance
 We can turn back today, turn back to dust
 Sang the ring dove from the willow spray
 My pretty nightingale
 Where have you gone
 Sir the forest took our words away
 And that is how this sorry tale
 Became a song