Warbling Words
She soarded through in a tottying doogle;
tretting feet through twining forest.
A Warbling Wren of fine color grance,
sat atop an old crickety branch.
"Where from? Where to?
How come? How do?"
She stuntered twence; if only she knew.
Feet that gantered on anyways,
through warbling words, through Wren's delays.
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