I heard a bird whisper
In it's feeder
In the sweetest voice beyond comparison
Far, far beyond the horizon
That, 'tomorrow never comes'.
Even before the sun's rising
the future seems so promising
So the vulture hoped for better tomorrows
For days of joys and no sorrows
With fantasies of being proper
And the other, to prosper
to create roof over its head
And gather enough bread
Yet it lingered, never to cope ...