Birds
They flew up from long woods
And rest under the hoods ;
They made thier home as nest,
What made them as best;
They eat fruits from their smooth beak,
And always make them feel happy from top to feet.
But;
A shrillness in the golden bars,
Feel them as so harsh
As they...
And rest under the hoods ;
They made thier home as nest,
What made them as best;
They eat fruits from their smooth beak,
And always make them feel happy from top to feet.
But;
A shrillness in the golden bars,
Feel them as so harsh
As they...