Oh – pretty bird – with feathers red,
Topped with a regal crested head,
While you’re munching on your seed
I’m watching you as you do feed.
I give to you just a little grain –
You bring me hopes of spring again.
And when you soar into the sky,
My spirit on your wings will fly.
Oh, pretty bird with feathers red,
Crowned with a regal crested head.
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