jargon
in the garden
by some birds on
trees around them
chirp their chirps and
sing their songs and
try to get some
one's attention
but for not long
soon with boredom
oh the birds from
dawn are now gone
as does night come
and the garden
turns from jargon
to rowdy beer song
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