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A bird in the hand...
is worth two in the bush...unless,
:The bird in your hand craps in it.
:The bird in your hand is a wild hungry eagle.
:The bird in your hand has just died from a deadly virus.
:It's a baby bird that just fell out of it's nest, but it's packin' an uzi.
:It's a duck, and its duck season.
:You take drugs and the bird in your hand is in reality:
1:A fresh pile of cow shite.
2:A poisonous snake.
3:An old rusty hand grenade, or worse, an old rusty nuclear warhead.
4:It really is a small rare bird worth $bucks
but not only are you on drugs but you're paranoid and you think the bird in your hand is one of the above so you throw it away.DOH!

And if 'bush' is refering to
that environmental disaster on top of your head that you so desperately call "hair".
That black forest cake without the cake,
That explosion at the slinky factory,
That place that you hire out for 'paintball' sessions,
The place that old nits tell their grandnits about that gives them nightmares.
Well, leave the birds in, at least,
they won't land clear you, now there's wildlife in there.
You can go on the world heritage listing.
Hold your head up high, be proud dot dot dot.

OBTW Joe the Intern said "ah! now we see the violence inheriting the system! eh!? now we see the violence inheriting the system!!"

What a classic python.