Of Blue Eggs
Eggs of Blue, spring is upon us Turdidae
Of that first clutch, how many will you lay?
Aspiring from your chest a Phoenixes display
Odds are twenty-four months before they decay
But those who survive that first fateful years foray
For five or six years their spring songs will play
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