Little Bird
A little bird in its nest,
Chirping in its little mess.
A little fellow he was,
Full of colour all of white,
He was so bright.
But at the dead of night,
The chirping stopped.
Had he gone to bed,
He was dead.
The little children,
Found and screamed.
It was dead
And dead it .would be.
Chirping in its little mess.
A little fellow he was,
Full of colour all of white,
He was so bright.
But at the dead of night,
The chirping stopped.
Had he gone to bed,
He was dead.
The little children,
Found and screamed.
It was dead
And dead it .would be.
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it is sad, yet a happy startthe poor children in this poem
what a fright they must of had
does that rhyme, tell me what you think?
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