There Was a Bluejay
I saw a little bird today, it was a Bluejay.
The little bird was the cuties little thing.
But the bird had a broken wing. It tried,
and tried to fly, but it had a broken wing.
So, instead of flying the little Bluejay bird,
begin to sing, sing, sing. Do what you can do.
God Bless, Happy Holidays
Copyright © Deborah Turner | Year Posted 2017
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