Her mothertongue was fluttering
Once a boundless ship she was
Now brought herself to anchor on a tree
Hatching her eggs
Now her language is to stare at
Now her mothertongue is to twitter
Now her prayer is to be a motherbird
She is a mother now.
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Now her prayer is to be a motherbird -birds pray to God. King David said that!