Out of the bushes it came,
Busted, bedraggled and lame…
It fed on his bread
Two days instead,
Each day it acted the same.
The third day, nothing was eaten,
Was time to give in, it was beaten…
It went to earth
For new life to birth,
Some things, it’s not worth cheating.
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TALKING ABOUT A LITTLE BIRD…