Lament of the Myrtle Warbler

 

I wish that splotch on my wump was smaller

Or the spots on my side were brighter by much

Then folks wouldn't look at my wump and laugh

'Cause the color 's all bright and yeller as such

Now you may think I came from a fish

But I think that God had a hand in my makin'

He put spots of color all o'er me

So you could look till your fill was takin'

Yes, I've spots on my head and on my sides

The older I get the brighter they show

I'm a beautiful bird that flitters and flits

The more you see, the fonder you grow.

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