The Blackbird
In the far corner
Close by the swings,
Every morning
A blackbird sings.
His bill's so yellow,
His coat's so black,
That he makes a fellow
Whistle back.
Ann, my daughter,
Thinks that he
Sings for us two
Close by the swings,
Every morning
A blackbird sings.
His bill's so yellow,
His coat's so black,
That he makes a fellow
Whistle back.
Ann, my daughter,
Thinks that he
Sings for us two
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