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The birds are flying happily, round and round in the tree. From branch to branch they hop or to the ground they drop. They spied the food hanging there, only they weren't aware of the cat slowly crawling near, if so, they'd be trembling in fear. For where there are birds dining, the cat finds its next meal by diving onto a poor unsuspecting bird. Such an awful ball of fur. But, don't fret, birds use their wings to fly away fast while they sing. The cat's angry but it was impend that the birds should have a happy end.
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 4:06 AM UTC
A Birdy Ending
The birds are flying happily, round and round in the tree. From branch to branch they hop or to the ground they drop. They spied the food hanging there, only they weren't aware of the cat slowly crawling near, if so, they'd be trembling in fear. For where there are birds dining, the cat finds its next meal by diving onto a poor unsuspecting bird. Such an awful ball of fur. But, don't fret, birds use their wings to fly away fast while they sing. The cat's angry but it was impend that the birds should have a happy end.
© 2012 We hung up bird food in the yard, too bad the many neigbours' cats now have more reason to visit us.
pandora-do
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Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 4:06 AM UTC
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