Oh man, you have disturbed me with your scarlet shiny thing

Your throbbing lump of metal has made all the birds take wing

You’ve frightened off the peewit and disturbed the duck

The problem is, I think, that you just don’t give a fuck

As your pulsing red machine into my reserve you thrust

Do you even understand the concept of a Wildlife Trust?

But with all the Earth’s resources you must waste so you can fly

You can’t compete with lapwing as they dance across the sky

You must throb and pulse and roar just to get up off the ground

While the glorious rush of feathers is my darlings’ only sound

So now you’ve had your fun, go on, get off out my sight

And leave the sky to those who really have the gift of flight

And now I can hear the silence: their last sweet cries the only sound

Peace descends across the marsh as they flicker to the ground