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I climbed up the karaka tree
Into a nest all made of leaves But soft as feathers. I made up a song that went on singing all by itself And hadn't any words, but got sad at the end. There were daisies in the grass under the tree. I said just to try them: "I'll bite off your heads and give them to my little children to eat." But they didn't believe I was a bird; They stayed quite open. The sky was like a blue nest with white feathers And the sun was the mother bird keeping it warm. That's what my song said: though it hadn't any words. Little Brother came up the patch, wheeling his barrow. I made my dress into wings and kept very quiet. Then when he was quite near I said: "Sweet, sweet!" For a moment he looked quite startled; Then he said: "Pooh, you're not a bird; I can see your legs." But the daisies didn't really matter, And Little Brother didn't really matter; I felt just like a bird. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |