birds gather around on the flow
they drink & spray their wings too
one is brave enough to take a plunge
followed by few like going to lunch
tell me they don't have jones in them
they mimic; they sing better not hymn
tiny winglet caught an earthworm
pulling it around scared of squirm
some join in for communal share
they're doing alright nobody squeal
do that to your sister you'll be pinch
better yet you could be scream at
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