Peter Bird, That Dirty Tird. - Poem by Michael Gale
Peter Bird that dirty tird...
T'was born to children, comprised as many.
Peter Bird, that dirty bird...
Stole from the innocent in life.
Peter Bird, that born as third...
Wanted riches, as any.
Peter Bird, t'was always heard...
Wanting a life, married to a wife.
Peter Bird, that killing Kurd...
Would hide from the free and mighty.
Peter Bird, that sneaking tird...
Became very elusive and kin'da flightey.
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