Thirty Dirty Birdies

Fly and flap your feathers

You're all on the move

Try to beat the cold weather

There's no time to lose

Thirty dirty birdies on a telephone line

Searching for food and a bath this time

Flying south for the winter

They aren't sticking around

They only stick together

On warmer ground

Way up in the sky

You're all searching for a lake

You see one as you're flying high

For heaven's sake

Thirty dirty birdies on a telephone line

Searching for food and a bath this time

Flying south for the winter

They aren't sticking around

They only stick together

On warmer ground