The mechanic was sad, and depressed
he went straight to his priest and confessed,
so the priest said 'tis fine
I will open some wine
you go hurry, I want this bird dressed.
Chestnut stuffing, a touch of sweet thyme
cut some slices of lemon and lime
we shall dine like the kings
(I shall give you the wings)
for dessert we shall make a new rhyme.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bird-got-run-over/
