Pretty little bridle
Sitting up in the tree,
Sing your joyous song
Bridle, sing it to me.
Yes, my friend if you wish,
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
Oh! I m so hungry,
I can’t sing so sweet.
Is your mother out there
Catching a grasshopper,
A worm, a fry, or a spider
For tonight’s supper?
My mother, yes, she’s there,
Flying there and everywhere,
To catch even a grasshopper,
To make me a bit bigger.
Your faher is not busy
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