Fly away my little bird, Far away into the foreign lands, Where the sun shines, In the abundant pines.
Come out my little bird And set out your little nest, Right now in the heights of trees, Around the house of bees.
Live long and grow old, Because your time is gold. Live good and live free, Around that good old tree.
Submitted: September 27, 2017
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