"Push me back into a tree
Bind my buttons with salt
Fill my long ears with bees
Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
(cut from cardboard and old magazines)
Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood
A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow..."

(Joanna Newsom - "Sawdust and Diamonds")