[CrimsonFox]

You've grown pretty tired of the birdlikeman's stunts
And you get back to thieving and arguing and grunts

And your petty old nonsense and your tired sad life
And you no longer think of the birdguest this night

Later on someone says "From where'd that statue come?
The plain alabaster one birdlike to some"

You turn and you look, and the strange guest is there
But it doesn't move, not a single hair

It was black and was white, but its darkness has drained
Now it stands solid pale in the shoes that it trained

And two tiny holes in its neck and its face
Is solid white terror and cold in this place

Some nasty old being, it killed the poor little creature
And it dressed it up nasty just like its own features

It now wears a cape that juts high in the back
And it now has some fake fangs but would never attack

And his shoes are scuffed up and torn is the scarf beacon
And their bodyguard label that reads "ntndeacon"

How sad that this happened and no one speaks a word
For you all now miss it dearly, the strange guestmanbird