fly little bird fly
one day there's was this momma bird "a blue jay" she was ,she caught my eye because she busy building a nesthard at work
and the next day i seen her again ,this time i notice that she had a diamond right in the middle of her chest,and that she was sitting in her nest whistling a little tune,a pretty tune
wel as time went on she layed her eggs there was five of them.
every time i came out i heard little tune,and one day ,well one stormy rainy
day,i seen that her nest had been blowing down ,as i looked around and saw it on the ground ,and and all but one egg had been destroyed and that took away all of my joy ,all she had build and work for was gone and when that happen i felt so alone on the inside ,i picked up the egg and took it in the house, and as time went on that little bird had grown ,i took him out and showed him the sky and i wisper to him fly little bird fly.
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