Song Rebecca Calls That Birdcage Song Which Never Was Though Now Kind Of Is Because Of Her Influence
Them jays done bombed the mices
Those mices squeak like the entrance gates
You know what those jays did?
They made a home in my ribcage
There was forty-one horseflies tip-toein' across the horse's flank
That horse, he ain't got no feathers
But with his shank he just ruffles
'N then, the furnace, it combusted
And it burned away the jays' cage
That's when underneath, they saw Herod's face
Then there was all this confusion from the hot air
And those jays, they got me aggressive
By takin' my eggs from me
But my knife is gone
An' them jays, they got aggressive
An' they nested in my empty sheath

I rub my hand over your hair
I rub my hand over your hair on your throat
I rub my hand over your hair on your throat
Pull it out, and set it in my pocket
I talk a bird off my tree, shove him deep down
He 'lites in your nesty hair
Now we roam between the cities
And folk in their country speech and manner
Say the sing-song you's do's speaks of true new prophesies

But there is a whistle ebbing from a growing crack in his beak
The crack is mappin' out the country
Educatin' all of where we've been
And me and my bird have a growin' influence
Over people of country persuasion
Over people of country persuasion

You see it's Mark, Matthew, Luke, and John--
They're comin' after me
Re-re-educatin' all them my birdie has seen
Sayin' country people, unlearn what you seen
That bird's got a crack in its beak
Go back to ginseng and senna pods and fennel seeds
Learnin' spells in your old Gullah speech
But they tell the flock to go back to the city
And let this bird sing!

And my bird does sing to the country
And my bird decrees to the people of country persuasion
I rub my hand over your hair
I rub my hand over your hair below your stomach
I rub my hand over your hair below your stomach
Pull it out and set it in my pocket

And my bird he mends his broken beak with your hair
Now the message is mumbled and mistranslated
But the country people believe it even harder
They leave the country, 'lite upon the city
Swellin' the IQ in both locations
Re-education is all they need
The city nods, bein' told to agree

And me and my bird have a growing influence
Over people of country persuasion
Oh my soul, soul, soul
People of country...
You see it's Mark, Matthew, Luke, and John
Still chasin' after me
They got so close, finally heard my bird sing

They heard through your healthful hair
Blushed a deep dark red
Said "oh, I see!"
They rubbed on ginseng and senna pods and fennel seeds;
Their speech they changed to the local speak
Creatin' new maps with an educator's need
They're now quiet in the country as my bird he does sing!
And my bird does sing to the country;
My bird decrees to the people of country persuasion