BIRDS
They shout, with length of day
These small birds of the sunny nests
Always keeping their mouth
Opened and closed eyes
They are hustled in the trees
Awaiting the return of the parents
Parties to seek their food
At the edge of the backwaters and fields
They will return theirs to give
Until with this that the eyes open
And learn how to fly of their wings
They them also will found their family
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