Yankee Birds
them Yankee birds have squeaky words,
our Joh the crow goes AAAAArk,
when they motor is in park,
theys in the feathers dark,
a cunning old black bird...
way south in Aus...of cos...
case ya havent heard...
re:"Black Farewell" Laura Breidenthal
Don Johnson
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