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Birdsong
Oh Flappy Bird, oh Flappy Bird,
A creature truly most absurd.
Struggling on with flimsy wings,
Yet for you, a little song I sing.
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Stumbling over, under pipes,
In the day and in the night.
Under morning sun you soar,
Under moon you fly and snore.
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No praise is given for your deeds,
No-one speaks of your wings' needs.
No-one sees you go to ground,
Just watch you flap with gaze profound.
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Not a single word you utter,
Just keep on with your flimsy flutter.
From left to right across a screen,
As if caught up in endless dream.
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And finally, a pipe you hit,
Score is given, sound it blips.
Then back again to flight you take,
And making all the same mistakes.
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Oh Flappy Bird, oh Flappy Bird,
A creature truly most absurd.
From left to right you still fly on,
And I'm thus compelled to sing along.
