THREE LITTLE BIRDS lived in a nest
on a giant oak tree,
Their mother to feed them choiciest food,
They lived on worry free.
On one day the wind blew hard
and their nest began to shake,
Firm winged of them on that day took off,
Leaving the nest to break.
The hard wind did no harm to the nest
and the two little birds played on,
Until the day the curious of the two,
And now firm winged, was gone.
One little bird now in the nest
lived on all alone,
Hoping some passer-by would play with him,
Until he is grown.
- Aravindh
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Three Little Birds
THREE LITTLE BIRDS lived in a nest
on a giant oak tree,
Their mother to feed them choiciest food,
They lived on worry free.
On one day the wind blew hard
and their nest began to shake,
Firm winged of them on that day took off,
Leaving the nest to break.
The hard wind did no harm to the nest
and the two little birds played on,
Until the day the curious of the two,
And now firm winged, was gone.
One little bird now in the nest
lived on all alone,
Hoping some passer-by would play with him,
Until he is grown.
- Aravindh
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