I lye here looking
at the one thing that can help me
Its up in the tree
While one is down on the ground
I lye here staring
at the one thing that can help
Its up in the sky
While I am down on the ground
Save me before I die
The wings and a feather
Its what flies up high
Sounding one last screech before death
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