The snowbirds are flying
They bitch about art
They spot a new talent
And tear it apart

We're scorning the novel
And slinging the mud
The scene is reflected in puddles of blood

The resident songbird
Has sung her last lie
The daylight betrays us
It's time for goodbye

The parlour is empty
The punters have fled
The lucky have landed in somebody's bed

And only insiders Know where, why and when
The usual suspects will gather again
To sneer and conspire
And set hearts on fire again

(from the CDs "The Long Arm of Love" and "In Her Own Voice"
with music by Simon Wallace published by Bucks music)