Birdie
no birdie with a yellow bill
hopped upon my window sill nor
could he see me blinds were drawn the
window shut on day's cold dawn and
no cocked and shining eye gleamed thru
the glass and on I dreamed while passed
the time and I not shamed by sloth
prefer my birdies cooked in broth
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