Mister Bluebird

Pretty little mister Bluebird,
Perched on little a bushy twig,
Singing your chirpy little song,
Your own personal private gig.

Pretty little mister Bluebird,
Your feathers of bright sky blue,
So easy seen amongst the brush,
Yet so small and delicate are you.

Pretty little mister Bluebird,
Quickly yet so swiftly you do fly,
Wherever you may happen to be,
You're well camouflaged into the sky.

Pretty little mister Bluebird,
Young children you quickly delight,
Whilst you're flitting from tree to tree,
All day long in the warm sunlight!

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