Oh, Brown Eyed Bird-
wont you teach me to love?
Teach me to kiss like you do-
with the honey-dew of-
roses, poppies, and all of kind-
Teach me to look for the right find
So soft, as you flow
-teach me, to do so!
thru the winds of the earth
whose been your mother since birth,
Such grace you do take, when you peck on my cheek
wont you teach me your ways, how to do with my beak?
But such great lover that you are the most!
In knowing-in singing you take boast-
And you sing in a tune that makes flowers bloom
And you sing in a song that looses heart's loom
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