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.