“Consider the trees which allow the birds to perch and fly away without either inviting them to stay or desiring them never to depart. If your heart can be like this, you will be near to the way. If that don’t work, you can always shoot the little varmints and make ’em into blackbird pie. Good eatin’.”
— Billy-Bob Gautama
It is written ‘when the pie was opened the birds began to sing.’
But I highly doubt the veracity of that report.