Your father is not busy
As I see he is at home today;
Or is he just too lazy
To go out and foray?
You are wrong my friend,
He has been hurt by a sling
And has never again been well;
For broken is a once strong wing.
Ah, I’m so ashamed of my kind,
When we hurt one of you, my friend,
Goodbye, I’ll come again
When I know we are forgiven.
My friend, don’t feel so bad;
We birds can not hold hurts long
For that would make us sad
And drive away joy and song
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