Blackbirds, bringing in a bed of blight,
Bake some broken bling and burn as bribes,
Brawl with brides.
Brutes are boldly bathing so the bowmen will abide.

Blackbirds, blinking at the bread to bite,
Break these bumpkin buys and burp on Brie,
Bawl on bike,
Brews for bony bailiffs and the boatmen to be briefed.

Blackbirds, bye. Blackbirds, bye,
Brill in the brine with the bark-backed bine.

Blackbirds, bye. Blackbirds, bye,
Brill in the brine with the bark-backed bine.

Blackbirds, billing on the bendin' bight,
Bray at brogan bits with blurts so blithe,
Bald but bright,
Bruits of bloating bacon for the blokes who'd best oblige.
Brutes are boldly bathing so the bowmen will abide.
Booze for bony bailiffs and the boatmen who imbibe.