Little Bird flew over the hill
because someone said the
green grass was bluer over there
Little bird was canary yellow
But only on the inside to see
He dreamed of
peacock feathers
Bird of Paradise
rthyms and ways
He was way over his head you'd say
But little bird
was born a sparrow
Brown , ugly , and ruffled
He wore all his emotions
on his wings to display
But one day the cat caught the sparrow
And it was quite a harrow
His feathers you'd might say
Became fiber the old fashioned way
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Little Bird flew over the hill
because someone said the
green grass was bluer over there
Little bird was canary yellow
But only on the inside to see
He dreamed of
peacock feathers
Bird of Paradise
rthyms and ways
He was way over his head you'd say
But little bird
was born a sparrow
Brown , ugly , and ruffled
He wore all his emotions
on his wings to display
But one day the cat caught the sparrow
And it was quite a harrow
His feathers you'd might say
Became fiber the old fashioned way
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