LEAVING MY COUNTRY WAS SO HARD,
BUT NOW I CAN SEE MANY TYPE OF BIRD.
I CAN'T SEE MY FRIENDS ANY MORE,
AND HERE I NEED TO EAT SWEAT AND SOUR.
IN THE MORNING THE BIRD SAYS GET YOUR COUNTRY BACK,
I KNOW IT MEANS TO GIVE THEM SOME SNACK.
THE BIRDS FLY AND SAY YOU'RE SO GOOD,
I SAY DON'T MAKE ME REMEMBER MY CHILDHOOD.
SOME OF MY FRIENDS WANTS ME TO FIGHT,
BUT IN MY CLASS I AM SO POLITE.
SOME OF MY FRIEND LIKE TO SHARE,
THE POEM ABOUT ME ENDS RIGHT HERE.
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