Talking birdie where are you

You’ve flown away

Where could you be?

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You lived with me in my home

And love to sit upon a dome

But don’t forget you’re  my own

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Red, yellow and blue you’re

And with a round black beak

You pecked your way to freedom

By which you found your kingdom

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You claimed those rights

By escaping to a field outside

When I tried to reach you

You flew high into an oak tree

There you sat and rather be

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High above you watched me

Refusing to heed my call

You’re free now

I know it when I suffered a fall

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You’re no longer cooped up

For all to see

I shed a tear bidding you farewell

Bye, bye, I wish you well

You will always be my sweet Bell

Image by Adalberto.H.Vega via Flickr

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