I fly with a sqwark,
Glide only for a ride,
Wing around a ring,
Swak in the sky with a cry,
I flap with a lap,
I make a beat with my beck and hear mouses squeak.
I fly with a sqwark,
Glide only for a ride,
Wing around a ring,
Swak in the sky with a cry,
I flap with a lap,
I make a beat with my beck and hear mouses squeak.
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