“Just Like Me”
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She read to
the birds once a day,
It was her
way,
Of saying
thanks for all they’d done,
They made
life fun,
Bluebirds
and sparrows at her feet,
They took a
seat,
Listening
intently to the stories she read,
About pieces
of bread,
That Hansel
and Gretel dropped on the path,
Hoping to
escape the wrath,
Of the
stepmother and find the way back,
But they
lost track,
Birds had eaten every single piece of bread,
And now as
she read,
The audience
of birds had gathered from the sky,
Some had
already begun to cry,
“That’s such
a sad story,” said one with shame,
“It’s true,
birds were to blame,”
“Don’t you
fret, my dears,” she said with a smile,
“The ending
is happy after awhile,”
“Tomorrow
I’ll tell you about Snow White,
So have a
good night,”
“And bring
me some of your songs to sing,
Just any
pretty thing,”
“I want to
share songs that you’ve taught me,
About the
wind, the sun, and the honey bee,”
“Your songs
could bring joy to girls and boys,
They might
forget their toys,
And discover
how much is in this world to see,
And learn to
love it just like me.”
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