Whenever I see the blackbird
I know there will be trouble.
The more intense its stare
The more serious the Lapse,
Whether moral or in matters of
Mere everyday prudential judgment.
Its beautiful sweet song deceives,
Recalling St. Benedict of Nursia.
Four and twenty blackbirds
Are baked into each pie
With such an enchanting sweetness
Which nobody can deny.
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