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Little Birdie
Hovering over a tiny
little flower
It delicately sucks
in the nectar
It's wings fluttering at
such a high speed
Hardly visible to the
eye, indeed
Humming, it flits from
flower to flower
Always on the move,
never slower
That's our cute little
hummingbird
The world's busiest
little bird
little flower
It delicately sucks
in the nectar
It's wings fluttering at
such a high speed
Hardly visible to the
eye, indeed
Humming, it flits from
flower to flower
Always on the move,
never slower
That's our cute little
hummingbird
The world's busiest
little bird
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Little Birdie
Little Birdie
