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A morning in the life... The call of the wild Is certainly not the same as The call of the child The California Quail gives out a Whoohoo whoohoo And the child, unlike the Quail sounds Like a wail boo hoo boo hoo And so I was greeted this morn By this beautiful bird sounding all forlorn On top of a bird feeder looking for a mate Singing whoohoo whoohoo I hope I’m not too late Grey in colour and so lovely to meet I wondered if he was good enough to eat Yeah I know my strange thoughts didn’t last When I realized I had yet to eat my breakfast |
Additional Notes:
I realize the metre may be off, but then again I'm basically not into rhyme.
This IS a true story of what happened this morning.
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