Netanyahu was born from a little blue egg.

There was a nest and then there was chirping and then Netanyahu was born from a little blue egg. His beak like an open pocket, a broken fortune cookie opened to the sky and his parents fed him. He had no feathers and then his feathers grew and soon he flapped his uncertain wings and then he was ready. He fell from the nest onto a nearby branch and within ten minutes he had invaded. What could he do? This is the way of the world.

Feathers fell from the sky the colour of ash. The sky filled with smoke the colour of ash. Children, aid workers, women, the old, medics, men, libraries, hospitals, underground tunnels, starvation, journalists and schools. What could he do? This is the way of the world.

Birds flew from across the world and landed in the branches around Netanyahu. It was like spring if the birds were leaves. It was like autumn if the birds were leaves. There was song. The many birds of the world had gathered in the trees and they began to sing.

Netanyahu, they sang. Netanyahu, Netanyahu, Netanyahu, they sang.

And Netanyahu from his position on the branch sang back. Children, aid workers, women, the old, medics, men, libraries, hospitals, underground tunnels, starvation, journalists and schools. What can I do? This is the way of the world.

Netanyahu, they sang. Netanyahu, Netanyahu, Netanyahu, they sang. Children, aid workers, women, the old, medics, men, libraries, hospitals, underground tunnels, starvation, journalists and schools. How’s this going to end? How’s this going to end?