I see the cute little chirpy bird
so high in the old oak tree
hello little dickie bird
won't you come and talk to me
with your singsong voice
and your sky blue feathers
I have no choice
but to tie you to a teather
Because I cant let you go
you make me so gay
oh little dickie bird
I will cut off your wings
so you can't fly away.
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