Verse 1] I sails through the clouds on a whisperin’ breeze, A feathered marauder with pockets to seize. Me nose is a compass, it sniffs out the prize— But what I find useful, the Pattern denies! --- [Chorus] 🎶 Useless gold! That’s what I stole! Shiny and cursed with a beautiful soul. I thought I was winnin’, but wouldn’t ya know— The fool who I robbed just started to glow! 🎶 --- [Verse 2] I nicked a glass eye from a duck with no depth, Turned out it saw truth and returned him his breath. I pinched a cracked locket from under a bed, And now that old raccoon remembers the dead. --- [Chorus] 🎶 Useless gold! That’s what I hold! A bauble, a trinket, a fortune retold. I thought I was clever, a thief uncontrolled— But every theft’s holy, and secretly bold. 🎶 --- [Bridge — spoken, over soft plucking strings] I don’t know why it happens, I just follows the glint… But every time I steals, Their burdens grow light, And mine grows… mint. ...Useless mint. --- [Verse 3] I pilfered a spoon from a grumpy ol’ goose, And now he stirs courage instead of abuse. I robbed a small bell from a chapel long lost, Now it rings when she's near, no matter the cost. --- [Final Chorus] 🎶 Useless gold! The fair trade toll! Every cursed treasure’s a tale to console. The Pattern be laughin’, I play the fool’s role— But somehow my plunder keeps patchin’ the soul! 🎶 --- [Outro — soft, reverent, almost whispered] So if ya see feathers and hear a soft squawk, Check all yer pockets and maybe take stock… If somethin’ is missin’, don’t curse or scold— You’ve just been blessed… By useless gold. 🦜
