I hear this voice shrill,
Its a love drill,
Will it? my mischievous needs fulfill,
I want to hear again and again until,
My energy is nil.
If I were to take a guess,
Its voice of a princess,
Makes me mad in excess,
Its enchanted me into a mess.
I swear its so cute,
Rest of the world should be put to mute,
I am hypnotised for sure,
I think there is no cure.
Hearing this birdy voice,
I am left with no choice,
To believe,
That melodious songs can be spoken,
And with voices hearts can be broken.
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