Pickled in a Belljar

The bird

Had a snake like beak

With a twirl to its hair

And it sang songs

Of yesteryear

As it preened

Puffed

And pickled itself

In a jar

With unicorns

And cornflakes

It pickled itself

With careful grace

Using marshmallow icing

To hold the seal in place

It pickled itself

So as not to be disturbed

It's hard to find quiet

In this busy tisy world

So it pickled itself

To get some peace

While it ate

The cornflakes

It lives there still

As the seal is solid

And can't be undone

Although many a strong arm has tried

Being trapped is half the fun

And it hasn't yet run out

Of corn flakes

But that's just because

The unicorns don't like them.