With a dead bird hanging around his neck,
The eve of travel day is upon him.
The windows of the transport vehicle will be open wide
To reduce the odor from the inside.
Hark, what is this, the bird it did wink an eye.
Awk, the fowl shrieked out a noise and looked me in the eye.
What is that wretched smell, I thought it was I.
Nevermore.
Tomorrow is the day.
See you soon.
Doryman