They tweet,
They trill,
And always seem very thrilled.
They soar,
They glide,
And climb the clouds.
Until they come
Right back to me,
Into the birdhouses,
Where they know they’re free.
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They tweet,
They trill,
And always seem very thrilled.
They soar,
They glide,
And climb the clouds.
Until they come
Right back to me,
Into the birdhouses,
Where they know they’re free.