They spend most of their day chasing flying insects in the sky
And hundreds of thousands of kilometres in their short lifetime they does fly
With dark blue wings and back and tail and under light gray
Welcome swallows are birds I see often sometimes every day
Two to seven pinkish brown speckled eggs the female birds lay
In cup shaped mud nest often under house eaves from sight never hidden away
The best known of the martins, swifts and swallows in the far south
That they are aerial champion flyers does go without doubt
They travel long distances their wings take them far
In their lifetimes they travel more kilometres than any motor car
To watch them in pursuit of flying insects a beautiful sight
They travel at great speed when in full flight
They were born for flight of them one can say
Welcome swallows are birds I sometimes see every day.
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