Safety Concerns - The Plight of the Seasonal Crane

Inside out jacket that's the plight of the seasonal crane
Hardwired brain to move somewhere less mundane
Migration games lead to mild migraines
Minor ice pick to the back of my eye, my oh my
Where'd the time fly? I have an appointment to travel
Up the paddle with hard chewed digestive gravel
You'd be surprised what I can do in my solitude
Five hundred hectares when I monogamize you
You heard me right time to pair up for life
That's the plight that of the seasonal crane bird type
This tripe is trite sorta like moving places again
Oh well, let's give the old wind flappers a bend
That's the plight of the seasonal crane
I miss the rain, I also miss my dad saying my name
I miss that insane moonlight mammal Mr. Wayne
I miss soft silky pie cooling under the window pane
That's the plight of the seasonal crane
One day things are different and the next they're the same

Written by:
Julian Faulkner

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