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Wow I'm up really high
There's nothing below me but a cloud
I may just flap my wings and glide
While cawing rather loud
I'm a small bird nothing more
I have two wings and a beak
But really, don't let me bore
I'm sure your future will be rather bleak
Why will your future be so bad?
Maybe it's because I'm flying right above
And you have made me awfully mad
And I'm about to drop something that I'm sure you'll love
Will it be on your car?
Could it be in your hair?
I don't want to spoil it so far
That just wouldn't be fair
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