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Early Birds
Early Birds…
The early birds sing in unison
A song of sadness, they’ve caught no worm
The frozen ground, now they won’t come around
They can’t break through the surface…
Patiently waiting,
Opportunity will come…
The songbirds sing; it’s a happy thing
Now with the warmth of the rising sun
Spring gives them thaw
So the early birds may catch their worms…
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