The Bird On A Journey
As I move along the hillside
I think of the past and my first song
And learning to fly and hide.
It must be good to do nothing wrong
There's a lot of good food in the grass
I especially like to find a worm
But as a search during the days past
My rise in the sky is what I yearn
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