How I Like To Be a Bird
Oh! how I like to be a bird,
It has no worries or cares,
It has the freedom to move about at its whims and fancies,
It can stop and fly at its own will,
It can fly around the places it likes,
It can sit on the branch of a tree ,
And go on pecking,
It can run after its mates,
Fondle them and caress them,
Making sweet noises and screams,
It can join a vast number of its kind
And fly to long distances,
From one end of the globe to another,
It's life is one of everlasting joy.
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