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A tale for little children
from mom and dad, a lesson to learn if you ask them, to read this poem your safety at home. The birds began to sing sparrows two by two, a melody in the glen chirping love songs, where to build a nest for babies in their shells - “Why all the fuss today our wings ready to fly, high up in the sky not caring why, a hawk diving mom and dad crying -" “You’re so naughty now falling to the ground, squirrels jumping hiding you away, tails held high disguised brown, down below the oak hoping for happy days, wishing a hug from us the kiss when afraid, flying home again a secure place, woven tightly until we say yes, you are ready to fly your nest in the glen.”
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