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mary the canary bouncing off the plate glass window her head is getting flatter and her wings are bent akimbo
she's not stupid--she's persistent and success is not too distant as she pushes forward through the air to penetrate the window's square
WHOOSH and CRASH right through the glass right through all doubt without a shout without a peep or pip-squeak-squawk - canary tougher than a hawk
Her head is flat her name is Mary--dang straight she broke that window's cherry,
and after a victory dance in the bird bath and some seed from the lady who keeps her long black eyes on a string around her neck, she sets off in search of a chemist who might be able to whip something up to soften the ringing in her ears.