I'm a grackle, flying between old rivals.
Dragons on one side, gryphons on the other.
It's not a bad gig, running messages.
But I almost didn't make it back today.
I said, "To the stink-breath dragons,
We're sick to death of your nonstop roaring.
No one's impressed, just annoyed.
Go bury your heads in sand next time!"
Hey, I get it, it's a little bit petty.
You know I just repeat what I'm told.
I'm not liking that look in your eyes,
So I've got something to say of my own...
Don't eat the messenger!
I'm not your chicken dinner!
I'm just a tiny bird
In a crazy world!
Don't eat the messenger!
Can't make it any clearer!
I'm a tiny bird
Surrounded by giants!
I left the dragons behind,
But that's not where the story ends.
The gryphons were next, waiting for reply,
And I knew exactly how this would go.
I said, "To the featherdusters with legs,
You molt like you're trying to disappear.
All that time, preening and posing,
But you look like a couch exploding!"
Hey, I get it, it's a little bit petty.
You know I just repeat what I'm told.
I'm not liking that look in your eyes,
So I've got something to say of my own...
Don't eat the messenger!
I'm not your chicken dinner!
I'm just a tiny bird
In a crazy world!
Don't eat the messenger!
Can't make it any clearer!
I'm a tiny bird
Surrounded by giants!
I know it seems absurd to say,
But this flight has meaning for me.
I hold the course,
I follow through,
Even though
It always ends
With me screaming:
Don't eat the messenger!
I'm not your chicken dinner!
I'm just a tiny bird
In a crazy world!
Don't eat the messenger!
Can't make it any clearer!
I'm a tiny bird
Surrounded by giants!
