The Blackbird 3
She asked to go,
With the blackbirds three,
They sang in caw,
Not time yet,
We’re here to let you know;
She asked when,
It been over eighty years,
Soon very soon as the little one comes
They repeated each in harmony;
Five days later the first of June
Three birds came
And away four flew
Five days later the first of June
Her great nephew arrived the blackbird new.
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