First time I saw a scissor-tailed flycatcher br I thought it was a vision, br So elegant in bridal gown, br So rare, the long train trailing behind. br Looking out of place in this arid high plain. br I was in the rough part of McKenzie Park br Full of thorny mesquite and prickly pear cactus, br rattlesnakes and horny toads, br Seemed like everything came armed for combat, br Except for this improbable bird br Singing on a fence, br A diva rising into her blue notes.