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The Call of Home



A bluejay is chirping in the deep willow green,

A song very sweet and a song very keen.

With a flap of his wings he took to the sky,

He flew very far and he flew very high.

He flew through the day and he flew all night,

He flew through the clouds with all his might.

He would only stop for food and a rest,

He flew and he flew till he reached his

nest.




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