There was a bird in my apple tree
All day long
And it's the funniest thing to me
It did not sing a song.
It sat there in the sunshine
In the tree that called mine
It didn't even begin to sing
It didn't move or anything
I went to bed on that dark night
I went upstairs by candlelight
I wondered what it could be
For such things as that always..
Hmmm this is where it ends.. The poems are quite bad that is why I love them.
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