I am not a thief
This strawberry world
is mine as well as yours

I am a thrush
with a brood
of needy greedy young.

I can hear them call
from the nest I made
of mud and sticks

I am not a thief
I am a thrush
with a watchful eye

and a two-note repeating song
You will miss it
when I am gone

For I am not a thief
and this strawberry world
is mine as well as yours