Birds of the air,
How good you look,
Birds of the air,
How high you fly,
Some of feathers are red,
And you've also got good nets,
They do serve as your beds.
As you find a place to rest in them,
The best you do is fly high high in the sky,
And shake your beautiful tail,
When you see my eyes,
Birds of the air,
How good you look.
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