Canary Song

My lonely auntie Katherine kept them till-they-croaked but I, myself, don't keep canaries I don't keep canaries If they sing, then they can sing If they cry, then they can cry If they fly well-then-let-them fly I, myself, don't keep canaries I don't keep canaries. I would rather die. I would rather live-alone then turn my home into a cage and listen to their sad songs rage but God knows I like them all I like their happy vocalised-trill but not their awful shrill especially-if-they-feed me up pig-swill I swear I'll swear it's-my free will. My lonely auntie Katherine kept them till-they-croaked but I, myself, don't keep canaries I don't keep canaries They're like daffodils, better left unpicked but God knows I like them all so let me hear contradict myself I've picked just one, and I love her to bits she makes me sing. She makes me cry and at times, I wish that I could fly but for her, I would die. My lonely auntie Katherine kept-them-till they croaked but I, myself, don't keep canaries I don't keep canaries.