They brought me here from Brazil.
Got caught in the jungle.
Damn, why did I leave my tree for that strange looking box?
They put me for sale in a store on Bleecker street.
It took me five days to figure out how to escape.
Gave a good bite to that guy and flew off as far as I could.
So here I am, up here in the tree right above you.
I’m looking at you people writing your nice stories,
Coffee in one hand, a pen in the other.
I’m free, but pretty lonely.
Keep thinking about my tree.
The last few nights became really cold.
I guess I’ve got one more month before it gets too cold for my tropical feathers.
They will fall off my body one by one, like these beautiful fall leaves around me.