Merrily gushed the air,
Happily gyrated the tree compassionate,
Shook the nest; the nestlings became aware
of both good and bad comingled in nature.
Far away were the parents,
Laboriously engaged in ripe corn,
The farmer’s little son watched
the birds old, yet littlest to him!
Flew he them away unwillingly,
Due to father’s past rebukes,
Subdued which his innocence to give up
fancy and realize the ways of the old.
Flew then the group,
to that dense wood far,
Attracted which always
the little boy’s dreamy self.
Flew he also, one day,
On foot to catch his fancy,
Lagged behind but the poor,
for we humans trudge the earth only.
Realized the bird couple,
the plight innocent of the child,
Melt heart theirs for the child,
The same were in the nest.
Flew they slow and halted on the way,
To allow the man’s child to catch up,
Joined bird-human to fly,
Delighted which the mother earth.
The boy found himself in a dream;
Stood under the tree,
The birdie kids flapped their wings,
And parentally sang the bird couple.
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