Every Bird a Baguette

[Verse] If every bird turned into a baguette, Would the morning sound like a café quartet? Would sparrows twitter with a garlicky scent, And pigeons coo with a crusty lament? [Verse 2] Would crows in the park be crunchy and bold, Whispering secrets from days of old? Would parrots perched on a sailor’s hand, Be crisp and ready in a pirate’s land? [Chorus] Oh la-la-la, oh ba-da-da, What a world if it were bread, not birds! Scat-dee-dat, oh ru-bu-bu, Life would swing in beak-less words! [Verse 3] Imagine an eagle, so grand and so tough, With a flaky exterior, delightfully rough. Would gulls at the seaside, soaring on bread, Make seamen laugh till their cheeks turned red? [Bridge] A sunset flock, turning golden brown, Would streets be filled with laughter, not sound? Scat-bee-bop, it’s a silly fare, Baguette birds here, baguette birds there! [Verse 4] A robin that lands on a windowsill, Could it sing, or just lie still? Would lovebirds whisper sweet caresses, Or be folded into tasty messes?