Hello little birdie,
You must be so cold,
For spring is here,
Yet winter won’t let go.
Your wings of brown,
Cover your body small,
As you take refuge,
In a tree so tall.
I know how you’re feeling,
Inside my house is cold,
It’s much harder to bear,
As the new day grows old.
Good by little birdie,
Stay warm in your tree,
Give gratitude daily,
That indeed you are free.
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