Birds, o' Birds
You fly so high
Free you are free
In the sky
You migrate to distant lands
Your life is never bland
Flying from nests to deep forests
Searching for food and strands
How do you survive?
Escaping the hunters
Who come to the forest
To make you surrender
But don't lose your beauty
As it is your duty
To fly so high
Up in the sky
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