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I envy the bird with a wing

No wonder the creature does sing

Up, up in the sky

High, high it does fly

From there it can view everything.





My dreams are so clear and delight

I dream vivid dreams every night

New houses I claim

But they're not the same

Have rooms that are hidden from sight.





A papoose is a bundle of joy

No matter if a girl or a boy

And such is the goal

Of a girl with her doll

But this time alive, not a toy.





My earrings are long and are swingers

They jangle like very poor singers

Whene'er I go out

They are swinging about

If they had some bells they'd be ringers.