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‘I can mend myself,

‘My wing! My wing!’ for I've done it before.

cried the baby bird in pain. Just please help me hide

‘But please my bear, don't here on the forest floor.’

let mother know,

that I'm hurt again.’

She begged and she did cry.

So in his love he began to

protect his bird,

quietly with her lie.