I got bombed and I got hooked when I went to Bombay Hook
And I drove around the marsh just to take a little look
It was standing in a bog, frozen focused on a frog
Then it shot out for the kill with a needle for a bill
Like a shot into my vein, now that bird is on my brain
Gotta heron OD
When I’m a little blue in the black-crowned night
The least bittern-ness fades, heron makes me feel all right
I got bombed and I got hooked when I went to Bombay Hook
Now I’m on the waterfront, always on a heron hunt
River filled with toxic waste, trying to score another taste
And now I regret that I saw that first egret
And I made my first ID, now they’re all I wanna see
