Alittle Bird
In my village there is a little bird
mysterious and tough it is
the more I eat it the more
it wants me to eat it!
One evening I ate it all,
but the following day I found it
in my plate ready for another meal!
This little bird does not get finished.
It can fly to another village,
to look for grains to eat during famine
and water to drink in dry season
but it comes back undisturbed
and there it is for me to eat
as much as my appetite can take me.
This mysterious bird
can perch on top of a tree
and sing sweet lullaby for me to hear
and soon I start dancing
and I feel good
sometimes I fall asleep in my dance
but wake up the following morning
puzzled and upset!
This mysterious bird
with magic in its song
eaten without getting finished
has puzzled generations
in my village.
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