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Little Birdy

Please little birdy,
don’t you cry.
I know you must be hurt,
because of that trip from the sky.
 
You must be freezing cold,
from that cold October air.
All of that ice rain,
soaking your little hairs.
 
Don’t worry little birdy,
I’ll help you find your way.
To your mama and your papa,
And you can live your life gay.

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