Seeing all the starlings
Gather together too roost
when roost, have some car-lings
for there energy to boost
They swish over back and forth
doing the loop a loop
Heading east, west, south, north
I sit down and whoop
Its such a spectacular sight
one to indeed, behold
Its getting nearer night
They've all gone 'its cold'
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