Get Off Me (Rhyme Royale)
Get your feet off me
I'm telling mom,
Why don't you flee
No, I won't stay calm,
Where did you come from?
We are the babies of the family,
So, get, leave us be.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
July.7/2005
I wrote this about a family of birds on a wire.
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