'twas an early morning,
birds were busy chirping,
Grass all wet with dew,
When the cool breeze blew,
And the sun's rays 're turning to hue,
The bees, the crows, the sparrows,
All birds being busy in some crew,
Singing melodies was all, she could do,
But the injured cuckoo couldn't flew.,.
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