Standard (EADGBE)

 Saw him in a book of fossils

dancing with some old Apostles.

I think if I went back in time

 he’d be there, alive,

 root of all my jealousy.

Grounded in my devastation,

I can’t get no aviation.

Up in the sky, his grandchildren fly.

 I don’t sing, I sigh.

 Tell the Archaeopteryx

that I never wanted this

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featherhead metropolis.

Liar liar, wings on fire.

Now the clock ticks,

 and I hope this will fix

 all the present bird tricks.

Farewell, Mr. Archaeopteryx