Category : Poems

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Lion


1
B-ir-ds 
I come to 
Un-der-stand, 


Bet-ter  2 
In Bush Be 
In 1 Hand. 


That’s why We’re 
Here think-ing Con 
Trap -tion,


Til then We  
Sit round Fire, 
And  Em-pty Pan.


2
This how You 
Get to Live
In a Man-sion.


Sta-rt  with 1
B-ox’ed string,
Trap a Pheasant.


Robin’s Poona
Ni-Bush soon in
Both of My Hand.


Feeling like the 
Fire’s Fing-ers 
Dan-de-lion,


Feathers endeavored
To keep Me safe
From the storm.


But It ‘s FLE-SH!! 
That Our group 
Is waiting on!


In this Place 
Where distant looks 
Con-tem-plate,


Chariot Sweet
Swing Low meet  
Amazing Grace.


3.
Bir-ds
I come to 
O-ver -stand, 


Bet-ter the 2 
In Bush 
Be in 1 Hand.


Til then We  
Continue
With Our Plan.


Fill empty Pan
As We try
Keep the Fire.