I lost another bird two days ago. A baby bird, found in the attic, begging for food. I fed it for two days, then it died in my hand. I couldn’t save it. I cried and cried.
I put it on my voodoo feet and tried to cast a spell.
Voodoo child.
And if I don’t meet you no more in this world
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Then I’ll, I’ll meet you in the next one
And don’t be late, don’t be late
‘Cause I’m a voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child