From One Mother to Another
I gave my chick a worm to eat.
He only wanted cream of wheat.
I told him it was time to fly,
but all he did was cry and cry.
Though it may sound to you absurd,
out there's a cradle with a bird,
and in my nest, I think, maybe,
I have a li'l human baby.
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