Little birdie all grown now,
you've come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that's very grand.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 20,2011
updated on August 25,2019
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