Falling off his caged perch, the little bird
died,
The child asked, “Mama why?” as he sadly cried,
Child, dry those little tears that you have
let loose,
The little bird has gone to God & now home
to roost,
When he returns again in new egg, he´ll be truly
free,
As next
time, he´ll be born high up, in that yonder tree.
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