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The death of poor Dicky Bird

Granny Barker killed her canary
It wasn't a deliberate act
Though kill him she did
And that's a fact.
She cut poor Dicky's nails
Just a little bit more
Than she should.
He was on the floor
Of his cage
Feet in the air.
Granny said
What's he doing there?
Granddad looked
And Granddad said
Our Dicky's well
And truly dead
And granny cried
And so did I.
We didn't want
Poor Dicky to die.
Granny put the cover
On his cage poor thing
Never again would
We hear him sing.
I'll do me own nails
Granddad said
I don't want to risk
Waking up dead.


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The death of poor Dicky Bird