This Little Birdie: Page 2

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By jwhwz

This little birdie all in brown; Loves to look down and see his town. This little birdie all in green; Hides in the trees; he can't be seen. This little birdie all in gold; Loves the summer nights when it isn't cold. This little birdie all in cream; Is having himself a very nice dream. These little birdies in all colors of the rainbow; Love to soar right past your window. I hope that you enjoy their shades; And that your love of books never fades!

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