I wake with the old rhyme in my head,
wondering why anyone would bake
two dozen live blackbirds in a pie.
Sounds neither ethical nor sanitary.

Wondering why anyone would bake
this confounding atrocity which
sounds neither ethical nor sanitary,
I turn, as one does, to Google.

Sounds neither ethical nor sanitary,
this elaborate Renaissance party trick.
I turn, as one does, to Google,
imagine a flock on the wing in a banquet hall.

I turn, as one does, to Google.
Two dozen live blackbirds in a pie.
Imagine a flock on the wing in a banquet hall.
I wake with the old rhyme in my head.