Migr
Migration.
Early one morning just as the day was dawning
two birds began to sing.
Oh what a day to fly away and come back here
next spring.
Summer is done and Autumn has come
when the frost comes we can't do a thing.
So gather the flock by seven o'clock
Let's not delay for going away
let's leave before the rain.
It's good to get going it could also be snowing
so quick let's start off to Spain.
To Spain, say the flock by seven o'clock.
Well really! No not a chance,
cause me and my feathers prefer warmer
weathers
so were off to the far South of France.
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