Snow-Hen of Austerlitz

They say not far away, In fact upon that hill
 They say that there's a little girl there still
 She wasn't raised like the other kids
 Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets
 That her baby is a human she forgets
 In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits
 Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 She must be ten or eleven now
 I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
 She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 Not having really neither wings nor beak
 She never learned to walk or speak
 To the child, the mother never says a word
 To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird
 All the birds around they taught the little girl their language
 When she's not understood she starts to get real angry
 So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings
 Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing!
 I'll leave the cage door open
 We'll see how far she gets
 She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 Kept like a pet in an old hen coop
 The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food
 Still pitiful no care shown but it's
 The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones
 Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans?
 From pursed perch from that attic she flits
 Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 She must be ten or eleven now
 I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
 She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 I'll leave the cage door open
 We'll see how far she gets
 She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 She must be ten or eleven now
 I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
 She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
 I'll leave the cage door open
 We'll see how far she gets
 She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz