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The whistle of the Blackbird
Up in the orchard, merged in the trees
A blackbird positioned, on mountains of leaves
The brambles had lashed him, as he blew in the breeze
His faces mashed slightly by the cold of the freeze
He whistled me a whistle of many degrees
His tunes were softer than the bodies of bees
But I finished him off
With a strike to the skull.
Up in the orchard, merged in the trees
A blackbird positioned, on mountains of leaves
The brambles had lashed him, as he blew in the breeze
His faces mashed slightly by the cold of the freeze
He whistled me a whistle of many degrees
His tunes were softer than the bodies of bees
But I finished him off
With a strike to the skull.
That must have been a Hornet, wasps are even smoother and shinier than bees! But anyway, the eye isn't the best organ for feeling the texture of objects with, it might have sent you the wrong signals.
Wasp's bodies are fuzzy - one flew into my eye when I was about 8. Happy days.
Bees are the same, I expect.
Bees are the same, I expect.
Bees are actually quite hard and smooth. Your simile doesn't work.
Like reading from the notebook of a nonchalant bogeyman.
The whistle of the Blackbird
Up in the orchard, merged in the trees
A blackbird positioned, on mountains of leaves
The brambles had lashed him, as he blew in the breeze
His faces mashed slightly by the cold of the freeze
He whistled me a whistle of many degrees
His tunes were softer than the bodies of bees
But I finished him off
With a strike to the skull.
Up in the orchard, merged in the trees
A blackbird positioned, on mountains of leaves
The brambles had lashed him, as he blew in the breeze
His faces mashed slightly by the cold of the freeze
He whistled me a whistle of many degrees
His tunes were softer than the bodies of bees
But I finished him off
With a strike to the skull.