I HEAR THEM SINGING
AND CHIRPING AWAY,
IN THE EARLY PART OF DAY.
I SEE THEM FLY
I WATCH THEM SING,
I SEE EVERY COLOR ON EVERY WING.
THEY CAN BE CRAZY
WHILE BUILDING THEIR NEST,
OR BE CALM AND TAKE A REST.
PURPLE, PINK, ORANGE
AND GREEN
ONLY A FEW COLORS ON A BIRD THAT
I'VE SEEN.
A LOT OF THINGS
THAT IV'E HEARD.
OF AN ANIMAL THAT IS CALLED A BIRD
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Birds
I HEAR THEM SINGING AND CHIRPING AWAY,
IN THE EARLY PART OF DAY.
I SEE THEM FLY, I WATCH THEM SING,
I SEE EVERY COLOR ON EVERY WING.
THEY CAN BE CRAZY WHILE BUILDING A THEIR NEST,
OR BE CALM AND TAKE A REST.
PURPLE, PINK, ORANGE, AND GREEN,
ONLY A FEW COLORS ON A BIRD THAT I'VE SEEN.
A LOT OF THINGS THAT I'VE HEARD,
OF AN ANIMAL THAT IS CALLED A BIRD.
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-Adam Pardo
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