They sat in the branches
of the grand oak tree
crooning at the sun
as it melted into the earth
And one flew away
leaving the other behind
But his song always drew her back
and she couldn't help but sing along
So they sat and sang
in the branches of the grand oak tree
bathing in the sun's rays
until nighttime came once again
and she flew away
He puffed out his chest
and sang out-loud
as he watched her fly
and the moon cast its dim light
Until next time
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