A Little Yellow Bird
The rumble of thunder and falling rain
Roll across the dale and plain
As springtime sounds return the green
The pride of nature proudly preen
Atop the noble fir tree’s crest
The virile warbler guards a nest
Swaying gently on a limb
A mate rests beside of him
O’er the forest a song is heard
Warbled by a little yellow bird
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