u/BrettBailey-

Little Bird Up on the Wire,
You Sing all Day,
Yet Never Tire.
Inside You must be-
that Primordial Fire,
In Legend Sent Down by Prometheus.
Now Fueling Little Birds-
to Sing their Prose unto Us.

Little Bird Up on the Wire,
You Sing all Day,
Yet Never Tire.
Inside You must be-
that Primordial Fire,
In Legend Sent Down by Prometheus.
Now Fueling Little Birds-
to Sing their Prose unto Us.

There’s a Cricket Behind my Dresser,
And He’s a Midnight Confessor,
And He’s getting-
Louder and
Louder and
Louder!
Which Means He’s getting-
Bigger and
Bigger and
Bigger!
My Dreams of Sweet He has Soured,
Insomnia He did Trigger-
CHIRP and CHIRP and-and CHIRP
Goes that Sleep Snatching Perp!
Only when the Skies Greet the Sun,
Is this Leg Strummer Done,
And Whence the Day Closes Shop,
This Cricket Begins to Chirp and Hop!

There’s a Cricket Behind my Dresser,
And He’s a Midnight Confessor,
And He’s getting-
Louder and
Louder and
Louder!
Which Means He’s getting-
Bigger and
Bigger and
Bigger!
My Dreams of Sweet He has Soured,
Insomnia He did Trigger-
CHIRP and CHIRP and-and CHIRP
Goes that Sleep Snatching Perp!
Only when the Skies Greet the Sun,
Is this Leg Strummer Done,
And Whence the Day Closes Shop,
This Cricket Begins to Chirp and Hop!

My Body is Attacking Itself.
Cells,
Prey Amongst Themselves.
I Pray for Something Else,
Than this Condition Chronic,
I Need Elixir-Tonic!
If Only my Joints didn’t Ache,
These Smiles and Joy I Need not fake.
If Only my Bones didn’t Flake,
My Body in Dance I might so Shake!
I Believe I’ll Heal,
From Head to Heel,
I Believe,
I Believe,
I Need,
To Believe.

My Body is Attacking Itself.
Cells,
Prey Amongst Themselves.
I Pray for Something Else,
Than this Condition Chronic,
I Need Elixir-Tonic!
If Only my Joints didn’t Ache,
These Smiles and Joy I Need not fake.
If Only my Bones didn’t Flake,
My Body in Dance I might so Shake!
I Believe I’ll Heal,
From Head to Heel,
I Believe,
I Believe,
I Need,
To Believe.

To Sit in a Pit
To Sit in a Pit,
Shoutin’
“I Quit, I Quit! I Quit!”
Cryin’
Poutin’
Throwin’ a Fit.
Never Tryin’
Always Doubtin’
 I Live In
this Hole-
This Pit 
Init
I doeth
Doth
Sit.

To Sit in a Pit
To Sit in a Pit,
Shoutin’
“I Quit, I Quit! I Quit!”
Cryin’
Poutin’
Throwin’ a Fit.
Never Tryin’
Always Doubtin’
 I Live In
this Hole-
This Pit 
Init
I doeth
Doth
Sit.