Song

Doesn't belong in a Gestalt story, but hey, you take what comes, right?

I wake up in the morning
And I go out on the street
I see a single magpie
And my heart sinks to my feet
I say "Good morning, Mister Magpie,
How's your lady wife today?"
And he just gives me a filthy look
Before he flies away.

I know just why he's unhappy
It's a fate he didn't choose.
I've got those had enough sorrow, bring me joy tomorrow,
Too many single magpies blues.

But when I see two magpies
The future looks more bright
I call them Mister and Missus
And I hope that I am right
But I'm no good at sexing magpies
It's a test I always fail
So for all that I can tell
Both those magpies could be male

I want same-sex marriage for magpies
I want to see it in the news (dear Daily Mail...)
I've got those, &c.

And when I see a crowd of magpies
Maybe four or five or six
I don't know what to expect then
Superstition's full of tricks
Do they all have to be married?
I don't know and that's the rub
They could all be lonely members
Of the Magpies Rugby Club

Polyamory for magpies!
It's a cause I can't refuse (sign my online petition)
I've got those, &c.

Every possible combination
Of magpies I have seen
There's a lady in Seattle
Who was asking about thirteen.
Does it matter if they're happy,
Married, single, straight or gay?
'Cause they all just give me filthy looks
Before they fly away

Do they know just what they do to me?
Would they do it if they chose?
Because if all of them are single
And they just can't learn to mingle
And the portent is dictated
By their matrimonial state, I'd
Be so happy and in clover
If they all got their leg over
So it's no surprise I'm feeling quite morose--
Because I've had enough sorrow,
Bring me some joy tomorrow,
"Too many single magpies" blows!