Oh! The little fledgling
How've you entered into my room
Are you lost in the beguiled world
Or missed your parents.
Little fledgling chirping over night
Disturbed my slumber
I'm unable to understand
What it means to say
Is it ecstasy or fear
But I'm always compassionate.
I'm thinking for you
O' the little fledgling
What'll you eat?
What'll you drink?
When I'll shut my room and be away.
I can't say,
When I'll be back or not,
Your parents must be searching you.
You please be out by morning
And search for another shelter
In the vagabond world
If I can give you space
It'll be my heartiest pleasure.
Your friend and neighbor also
must be searching you
Where you are lost?
I pray for your safety and pleasure
so as to meet your parents
and your company.
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