Mopping with the Birds
Mopping with the Birds
The yellow birds, they fly and hop
I wish they could get up and mop.
Altho 'tis really nice to hear,
Them singing while I loose my cheer.
I really wish that they could do,
The job I was supposed to do.
~Gabriela Levine
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