Birds build it out of junk, and when the kids move out, mom says it's empty.

I drift through the sky with no place to be, and people find faces and animals in me.

Baby girl Turn me on with your electric feel I said, ooh girl Shock me like an electric

In Spain, it's a breed of bull raised to fight bullfighters. In Japan, however, it's fatty tuna often eaten raw.

Flies with feathers soft as down, A silent ghost above the town. Its neck can twist three-quarters round, To catch the slightest rustling sound. With talons sharp and wide-set eyes, It hunts beneath the starlit skies. A symbol of the wise and deep, It wakes when you are fast asleep Who, who, who is it?