Little birdies in the schools, learned from older, closer fools
When they all were in their eggs, they hear their parents raise their heads
Oh how we hate those little worms!, the parents screamed, Oh how they squirm!
As little birdies leave the nest, the dive at worms, you know the rest.
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My Poetry
PoetryI am hoping to make a difference with my poetry but always feel free to let me know if i found misinformation and added it. I will look into it more and either put it back up or change, delete, and even remake it.
