Some talk with words that are double-meaning,
you guess one, what is right you keep missing,
a boy once held a bird behind his back,
posed a question he thought is hard to crack,
he asked men if it was alive or dead
and celebrated when each shook his head,
his strange game came to end one day
when he met a poor man from far away,
in his playful way, the boy shot with air
what he thought brain-teasing questionnaire,
if alive, you will just crash the bird’s head,
the man said, and show it all limp and dead,
but should I say that the bird is dead,
the man said, you will let it fly ahead.
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