"There was a bird
Sitting on a tree
The bird fell down
But no one did see
There was a bird
Falling in the air
It hit the ground
It just was not fair
There was a bird
Laying on the grass
It made tiny noise
When it had gone weaker than a lass
There was a bird
Fighting for its life
But nothing seemed good
When it took the knife
There was a knife
In the birds wing
What happened the next
Well it started to sing
There was a bird
Listening to a song
Though it was weird
The bird sang along
There was a bird
That almost died
But the rhythm it heard
Made it alive"
I made another version a while ago but it ended pretty sad, I hope this is better
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Poems of love
PoetryHere is a book of poems with all happy stuff in live, like love, happiness, luck and more. For the opposite, read my other book: "poems of hate" If you're looking for more I'd also recommend "Poems" which is the first book I wrote The problem is...
