Two feathered friends
blushed up in blue feathers
Laying eggs not thinking the who's
WHO'S my daddy said the sparrow
To his mom
your the son of night crawlers I said
Fiddle and Faddle
Do
paddle their own boat
Only in the summertime
when the water is warm
Ready for a faddle to fiddle around.
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