God bless you Killbird Another diver down Your feathers shan't be captured Your beak slant's absurd In that wedding gown God bless you Killbird I see you've been Aaron Burred With a splendid frown Your feathers can't be captured Birds of prey sure shoot a turd But why it's white, not brown? God bless you Killbird Jap goth piss & powder slightly stirr'd Better get out of town Your feathers might be captured Rules of hunting can get blurred Click of verb recoiling into noun God bless you Killbird Your feathers will be all captured.