Birds


Wings flap in the morning breeze,
as the sun yawns into the sky.
Sweet songs they sing,
so fragile and nice and oh! I wonder why?

Why they sing that pretty tune?
They tweet and chirp, and sing and coo.
Oh how melodious can they be?
If they were asked to sing to me?

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