A New Nursery Rhyme About Blackbirds

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocketful of rye
Four or five thousand blackbirds
falling from the sky

The town of Beebe was startled
no one could believe
Such Hitchcockian event
On cheery New Year’s Eve

Some called it an omen
A sign of things to come
And wondered all what else
Will fall in year two oh one one

’Twas probably the weather
The scientists assured
Lightning over Arkansas
Or hail struck down the birds

But specimens of sixty-five
They’ll test for toxic fumes
(While X-Files fans put out the word:
A manmade sonic boom)

The rest could fill 200 pies
Once you remove the talons
That would make a dainty dish
For M. Night Shyamalan