I am a little wren
Who likes my peanuts shelled
And like folks with a yen
Annoyed when food withheld
I sit upon the rail
And trill out my lament
Spin and flick my tail
And through the trees I went
And then my human friend
Shelled peanuts in her hand
A whistle she will send
"Return to peanut stand"
And back to rail I go
I fly to peanut land
Where I will give a show
For peanuts are so grand
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