Black Bird
A little black bird,
kind of cute,
came right up to me
on the sixth floor;
he seemed to want to chat.
He opened his beak,
I did not hear him sing.
I knew,
maybe he did not,
of the glass between us.
He still surprised me.
Communication mishap!
When I stood, he flew
to another audience.
kind of cute,
came right up to me
on the sixth floor;
he seemed to want to chat.
He opened his beak,
I did not hear him sing.
I knew,
maybe he did not,
of the glass between us.
He still surprised me.
Communication mishap!
When I stood, he flew
to another audience.
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