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THE GREEN BIRD
It was a green bird,
chirping some word.
It sat on a tree,
counting one, two, three
There it sat down,
wearing a crown.
The little tree gave its woody hand,
the bird used it, as a magic wand.
It flew up in the blue sky.
I wonder how it could fly..
It came back to its nest,
to enjoy, relax and rest.
It was a green bird,
It’s sound is sometimes heard.
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