A happy bird,
It flittered high towards the sky,
And dropped.
It flittered high towards the sky,
And dropped.
It flittered high again,
And dropped,
Playing with the wind.
And dropped,
Playing with the wind.
It held its wings together,
And dropped,
whistling in joy.
And dropped,
whistling in joy.
I watched in endearment,
The bird in play
The bird in play
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