Once, I saw a magpie,
low and near,
so I said, “Do not fly,
use your landing gear.”
O little bird, so cute and free!
please listen my plea—
either echo word for word,
or tell A B C.
I know my garb is blurred,
yours shines cheerfully,
lo, my heart stirs for you,
come friend, play with me.
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