Little Bluebird
Perched upon my windowsill
Singin” a early morning melody
I heard you sang a beautiful song
Come home, come home,
I thought the little bluebird
Was an angel sent from heaven
As he perched upon my window
Sill singin”
With a voice sounds as if it was
Sent from heaven..
The little bluebird finished his
Beautiful Serenade..
With a heavenly chirp, chirp,
Chirp..
He glowed of a bright light
And spreads his wings and
Into the heavens he flew.
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