Flying through the air,
Waiting in a tree up there..
Making funny sounds,
And flying every where in rounds...
Makes a nest for its eggs,
And sits on it with its bended legs..
It hatches and comes another small bird
And out comes more, first, second and third..
And this goes on cycling,
And they keep on laying....
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