Where the Sidewalk Ends: Poems and Drawings by Shel Silverstein
Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."
         Aj, Carmen Sutherland, G Rog Rogers, Neo, grace and 37 others
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