A little blue guy
Everything could be bleak
But not when I have a beak
Plant a seed in the grass
I'm a bird, glad you asked
In the pale moonlight
You can see him upright
Bird chirping in the breeze
Still, he can't fly with ease
Perched upon his wood
Doing everything he could
Though on the outside he is a bird
Vengeance is the word
Bird Jeremy will fight to the death
For everything that's left
The poachers who killed his family will pay
Not tonight, but some other day
Armed with razor sharp claws
And his own brand of cause
He will end them
And they will be forgotten
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