You said you were sad,
Or so I thought.
I hope you are glad.
At least you ought.
Somewhere I heard,
Perhaps from on high,
To smile at a bird
Perhaps who can't fly.
Birds like to fly,
No need to talk,
Just help them mend.
Or so I thought.
I hope you are glad.
At least you ought.
Somewhere I heard,
Perhaps from on high,
To smile at a bird
Perhaps who can't fly.
Birds like to fly,
No need to talk,
Just help them mend.
Look out your window, see, he is blue,
His feathers are indigo,
And various hues.
Enjoy your day,
With a cup of tea.
See the morning bluejay
In the pretty tree.
His feathers are indigo,
And various hues.
Enjoy your day,
With a cup of tea.
See the morning bluejay
In the pretty tree.
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