I'm a gryphon, and by the way, it's true,
We're ninety percent fluff.
And I've got this overwhelming craving,
Like I can never have enough.

Birdseed!
Sunflower, thistle, and millet, 
A blend so complete.
Every bite, I'm savoring 
Perfection in my beak.

Some say I should be hunting, 
Soaring high above the trees.
But what a waste of time I could spend 
Chompin' on them seeds.

Talkin' 'bout that birdseed!
Eatin' birdseed every day!
Once I get a single taste,
Better stay out of my way!
Thinkin' 'bout that birdseed!
I go wild when I feast!
Tearing into every mix,
Like a berserker beast!
Gotta get that birdseed!

The folks who set out bird feeders know
I'm always prowling through their streets.
They've rigged up motion sensor alarms, 
But even so, I've got them beat.

I use military stealth-grade paint.
It costs more than gold per pound.
I coat my wings and tail each raid,
And swipe every kernel without a sound.

Some say I should be hunting, 
Soaring high above the trees.
But what a waste of time I could spend 
Chompin' on them seeds.

Talkin' 'bout that birdseed!
Eatin' birdseed every day!
Once I get a single taste,
Better stay out of my way!
Thinkin' 'bout that birdseed!
I go wild when I feast!
Tearing into every mix,
Like a berserker beast!
Gotta get that birdseed!

Talkin' 'bout that birdseed!
Eatin' birdseed every day!
Once I get a single taste,
Better stay out of my way!
Thinkin' 'bout that birdseed!
I go wild when I feast!
Tearing into every mix,
Like a berserker beast!
Gotta get that birdseed!