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The magpie and the kinglet

The magpie had for reputation, 

To always look perfect without any alteration, 

Every other bird looked up to her, 

They wanted to know how to be a stunner. 

So tonight, before the volatile party, 

The kinglet went to the magpie's tree, 

Asking if she would accept, 

To share her well kept secret. 

With a laugh, she declined, 

And told the kinglet she wouldn't change her mind. 

The small bird then pleaded calmly, 

For at least a piece of jewellery. 

In her most condescending tone she said 

You are brave, you are not afraid, 

To ask for my belongings, 

For my necklaces and my rings, 

But you would need much more than those, 

To conceal all of your cellulose. 

The kinglet, left to the party, still hurt, 

During a dance, she told some birds, the magpie was not very gurt, 

She mentionned how cruel her words were, 

And how much it affected her. 

Later that night, the magpie came, 

Wearing a necklace and no shame, 

She approached a group of larks, 

Trying to show off her sparks, 

But they gave her a look, and walked away,

Leaving the magpie alone in the hallway.