Calling

come and mate with me
I call
in this tall tree
each day
hopefully
we can mate and have
little birds
don't make me wait
cannot you
hear my lovely song
so high up here
on this branch, this
high tree, O
come and mate with me
here I am
beautiful little bird
day after day
calling sweetly
sweetly calling
come and mate with me

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