Why (Momma Bird to Baby Bird)

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One day a little Bird
asked it's mother
Why is the sky blue
and us brown
and why is there funny creatures that act like clowns/
The mother bird smiled and said
The sky is blue
to lose a new
moment passing by
and heaves a a simple sigh
We are brown
from the trees
that are below
our knees
and now little one go to bed
and dream of more why's to be said.





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