there was a little kestrel he was very sad
he couldnt see to hunt his eyesight it was bad
he couldnt see the rabbits or the mouse and vole
everything was blurred the poor little soul.
he met his friend the owl and told him of his plight
to see if could help and try to fix his sight
owl was very wise and knew what do
owl he made some glasses and restored his view.
kestrel he was happy he got back his sight
now he could hunt again wether day or night
he could catch his prey when he began to soar
he could see again just like he could before
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
there was a little kestrel he was very sad
he couldnt see to hunt his eyesight it was bad
he couldnt see the rabbits or the mouse and vole
everything was blurred the poor little soul.
he met his friend the owl and told him of his plight
to see if could help and try to fix his sight
owl was very wise and knew what do
owl he made some glasses and restored his view.
kestrel he was happy he got back his sight
now he could hunt again wether day or night
he could catch his prey when he began to soar
he could see again just like he could before
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