The only lonely bluebird who never sang a song
To any lady new bird who might wander along
He sat upon his perch and watched through sun and stormy weather
And when it rained it hid the tears that trickled down his feathers
His parents both were bluebirds but somehow he knew
To love there must be two birds instead of one so blue
He watched the pairs around him atwitter in the spring
He could never tweet so sweet so why bother to sing?
The only lonely bluebird so hopeless and forlorn
Froze to death upon a limb one cold and frosty morn
He fell to earth and lay there having never made a sound
Except a tiny thud as his soft feathers hit the ground
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