Let me tell you, Bazza, that I have seen a black squirrel round here. And there's a white one in today's Daily Turdigraph. Far too many good cuckoos about. Here's a nightingale.
Nightingale
If I, a bird, may speak to you, a man,
Your state of mind gives rise to some alarm.
I’m giving you the best advice I can.
DON’T DRINK THAT HEMLOCK: it may do you harm.
It won’t be Lethe. It’ll be the Styx,
A one-way ticket to the terminus.
Is that your only option – down and out?
An everlasting fix
That fixes nothing? Life itself’s a plus,
And that’s what birds and poets sing about.
P.S. I said the same to Socrates.
He could have lived in Corinth at his ease
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