The canary in a coalmine
Smells what we cannot see
Sometimes its instinct tells it
How the day is going to be
Our feathered friend has info
Knows something big is up
Doesn’t need divination
Or tea leaves in a cup
The canary predicts the future
Feels what we cannot feel
This bird had intuition
Doesn’t need a lucky wheel
We don’t know what’s ahead
We just deal with the facts
We fall off the perch
And straight on to our backs
The canary at least knows
It has no real need to fear
It’s spidery senses tell it
When death is drawing near
We got through most our life
Not seeing the danger sign
If only we could be more like
The canary in the coalmine.
Things In My Head 