Annie is a pretty bird, her head is purest white.
If you don't like the way she acts, feel free to pick a fight.
She'll stomp you flat, and if your lucky, that will be the end;
More likely, she'll play a bit, sheer pain your brain to send.
You'll beg and plead for death to come as Annie plays,
And when your guts with her feet she splays
You'll learn why she's the best of birds
To whom your human self is a mass of turds.