As Easter time is drawing near,
With menus contemplated,
I feel I’ve nothing much to fear,
My life is consecrated.
The turkey and the piggie’s hams,
Are not as worry free,
They’re eaten with a plate of yams,
While I watch from my tree.
In India, I’m semi wild,
I am the national bird,
I am protected like a child,
To harm me is absurd.
And yet, some farmer’s love me not,
Because I eat their grain,
They poison me and hope I rot,
To never eat again.
My feathers bright, a detriment,
They draw the danger in,
But always it’s my sentiment,
My beauty lies within.
And this is why I like to be,
In Czechia far away,
A lady there loves only me,
So this is where I’ll stay.
She feeds me walnuts, seeds, and grain,
She sweeps away the snow,
I live a life of bliss, no pain,
Now I know where to go.
I serenade her with my call,
I guard her house all times,
My cry is loud and heard by all,
She need not fear for crimes.