there was a little kestrel a little bird of prey
he would chase his food thats how he spent his day
flying round the fields with his beady eye
till he found his bait then drop down from the sky
he was very fast and like the speed of sound
grabbing at his kill that was running on the ground
then when he got tired he would take a rest
he would fall asleep inside his little nest
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 8:56 AM UTC
there was a little kestrel a little bird of prey
he would chase his food thats how he spent his day
flying round the fields with his beady eye
till he found his bait then drop down from the sky
he was very fast and like the speed of sound
grabbing at his kill that was running on the ground
then when he got tired he would take a rest
he would fall asleep inside his little nest
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