Chirp, chirp
The seagulls sing
As beautifuly
As a pianist
Playing the most beautiful song.
As people pass by,
Spiders scurry away.
Hearing the rustling leaves,
Duchs bobble in the water,
While song birds prick
Themselves on pine neadles.
Enjoying yourself in a forest
On a hot, summer day
Will make you shine.
Not just on the outside,
But on the inside.
The seagulls sing
As beautifuly
As a pianist
Playing the most beautiful song.
As people pass by,
Spiders scurry away.
Hearing the rustling leaves,
Duchs bobble in the water,
While song birds prick
Themselves on pine neadles.
Enjoying yourself in a forest
On a hot, summer day
Will make you shine.
Not just on the outside,
But on the inside.

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