Sweet Bird

A little is standing,
 On a branch of tree,
When I see it chirping,
I think it's he or she.

I don't know it's he or she ,
But know it sings good,
So I called it to come to me,
To give it bird food.

It did a sweet chirp,
And came to eat the food,
After that it gave a burp,
Then left me in good mood.

I am sure it's - she,
As it's very sweet,
When she left me,
She said bye and 'tweet!'

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