Many years ago many, many years ago birds werent what they are today. They were featherless, naked little animals without wings. They were quite a disturbing sight. In those days many, many years ago there was a little town known as The Place Where the Trees Stand Still, and thats exactly the kind of town it was. Trees had no reason to move, since there was no wind to sway their leaves. Music didnt exist either. Since birds didnt sing, no one had been given the idea to make music. The only noise heard was the ruckus the animals made each time they saw a bird. Why? Because birds were the ugliest animals in this place where the trees stood still.

Many years ago many, many years ago birds werent what they are today. They were featherless, naked little animals without wings. They were quite a disturbing sight. In those days many, many years ago there was a little town known as The Place Where the Trees Stand Still, and thats exactly the kind of town it was. Trees had no reason to move, since there was no wind to sway their leaves. Music didnt exist either. Since birds didnt sing, no one had been given the idea to make music. The only noise heard was the ruckus the animals made each time they saw a bird. Why? Because birds were the ugliest animals in this place where the trees stood still.

Many years ago many, many years ago birds werent what they are today. They were featherless, naked little animals without wings. They were quite a disturbing sight. In those days many, many years ago there was a little town known as The Place Where the Trees Stand Still, and thats exactly the kind of town it was. Trees had no reason to move, since there was no wind to sway their leaves. Music didnt exist either. Since birds didnt sing, no one had been given the idea to make music. The only noise heard was the ruckus the animals made each time they saw a bird. Why? Because birds were the ugliest animals in this place where the trees stood still.