Little Bird

The sky is grey, the ground is white. Juncos here and Juncos there. Hop Juncos, hop! Call to your friends, and all peep, peep, peep!

A cat prowls through the snow. Less by one, fly to the bush now. Hide Juncos, hide!

Pluck those berries, all day long. Eat Juncos, eat!

The sky darkens now. Fly away Junco, fly!


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