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Winter Bird

Little bird up in the tree

Sing your song for you and me

Branches bare until the spring

But still you find the strength to sing

Cold the air and crisp the snow

Wintry are the winds that blow

But still you puff your bright wee breast

And prob'ly get such little rest

Flitting by my window pane

On the hunt for food again

Do you dream like humans do?

Of warming summer's golden hue?

As in the branches feathers fold

Around you to keep out the cold

Though you'll think this thought absurd

I wish my life was like that bird

For what do birds need for their care?

The sky, the tree, the seed, the air

Oh little bird up in the tree

Do you have some room for me?

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