The Mocking Bird
The little girl has never spoken
Not even a single word
Her voice since birth was simply broken
A sentence was never heard
She liked to watch the birds each day
As they played in the summer breeze
They'd always take her breath away
As she watched them in the trees
The mocking bird, her bird of choice
Would make her smile appear
She loved to hear his magical voice
Each time that he came near
And though her voice was far away
She'd whistle for his reply
She listened to every word he'd say
Until he said goodbye
He made her feel like she could speak
A language only they understood
And though they used their own technique
They spoke every chance they could
A little girl and her mocking bird
Has quite the conversation
They talk all day without a word
Through the gift of imitation
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