There’s blackbirds and robins having a feast,
Willy wagtails hopping and chirping.
Then a blustery, nearly cold, breeze from the East,
Joins the scene, like a baddie smirking.
There’s blackbirds and robins having a feast,
Willy wagtails hopping and chirping.
Then a blustery, nearly cold, breeze from the East,
Joins the scene, like a baddie smirking.
