The Talkative Weaverbird
Here in the beautiful Tororo Rock*
I grabbed talkative weaver bird,
That disturbs me every morning.
Before I wake up she sits up to sing;
Before I go to bed she comes up to sing;
But I let it go escort free in her freedom.
What better thing can I do to it?
Than grant her liberty to sing in freedom,
And carry her life around the rock
*Tororo Rock is a beautiful volcanic plug in Tororo Municipality in Eastern Uganda
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