Cape May Warblers dance in your dreams
Wilson's, Prairie, Tennessee
I'll meet you there in Central Park
6 O'clock sharp
We'll begin in Strawberry Fields
With the songs of warblers filling our ears
Let's go listen-what's around?
Not a sound
Maybe they've flown down into The Ramble
Starting up here is always a gamble
I might have heard Parula again
But let's discuss its pronunciation
We're gonna find that one good bird in the park
If it kills us or not
We're gonna find that one good bird in the park
If it kills us or not
On a day when it seems that your prospects are narrow
Make sure that you add your day-list House Sparrow
You're listening hard for Bobolink pinkers
But all that you hear are skulking tea drinkers
We'll find that one good bird in the park
If it kills us or not
We're gonna find that one good bird in the park
It's gonna kill us
What's that constant knocking sound?
It's just a cuckoo walking around
And it doesn't have feathers
When there are more birders than there are birds
It's May 29th or haven't you heard?
When the Blackpoll Warblers have departed
And migration's over before it even started
If you were from the United Kingdom
You would spot that Robin and be happy to see him
But this isn't a day where we're all feeling groovy
This isn't the Central Park bird watching movie
It's one of those days at 10 a.m.
When you want to start it all over again
Because summer's almost here