by Starsky Hutch 76
“Hey, you’re listening to Doc and Beaner in the morning on 94.5 FM, WGBS Radio! It’s 8:30 in the morning, and I’m wondering where in the hell did all these birds come from? Hey, Doc, you’re a smart guy. What’s your theory?”
“Beats me, Beaner. What’s weird is that normally, this species of fowl would be in a southward migration.”
“There you go with the egghead talk. Folks, what he’s trying to say is, it seems like all these blackbirds should’ve flown south for the winter by now!”
“That’s what I just said.”
“Yeah, Doc. Sure. Anyway, what’s up with them being blackbirds? I’m not usually the superstitious type, but that’s freaking me out, man.”
“It’s definitely eerie.”
“Planes are late taking off. Traffic’s messed up. And I can’t even leave the house without fear of getting dive-bombed by one of these feathered freaks.”
“Think this is a job for Superman?”
“Nah. Maybe Hawkman — or Hawk and Dove.”
“There’s always Golden Eagle.”
“Hey, how about Robin? Think Batman could spare him for a while?”
“To appease these little monsters, here’s a little tribute. Now let me get to my car without targeting me. My dry cleaner begs of you!”
“A-well-a everybody’s heard about the bird,
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word…”