I will flap my wings
When the tower bells will ring
Flying with the birds as I sing
Reaching the palace to see the king
Who's hosting a feast with enormous ling

I look like a bird, in colourful disguise
A little naughty but all say I am wise
I know their pretty bogus in telling lies
I am the queens, apple in her beautiful eyes
The king my father, the queen my mother

I am no other,
But their youngest child, playing with my brother...


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