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WHICH BIRD
I was wondering if I had been born
a bird
Which one would I like to be in
this great herd,
A pretty bird with colours cheerful
and bright
Or a great hunting bird soaring to a
great height,
Then I saw a flock of sparrows hopping
to and fro,
They seemed to be so happy as merrily
they did go
From branch to branch or waiting on
our lawn,
They appeared the happiest birds ever
to be born,
Although they are quite plain, no vivid
colours at all,
A couple with a singing voice others just
a cheeping call.
So if I had to be a bird, a sparrow I know
I would be,
Chatter with my feathered friends
always happily.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 6 September 2004