The Hidden Speaker

There is something,
Something hopping through the trees,
Running in the mud,
Dodging all the wind and breeze.
Before it’s time to run,
It won’t show its identity.
No, it won’t let me see.
The only thing that proves it’s there
Is the tiny tune
It sings to me.

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