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Cardinal Red |
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Today I watched my feathered friends Taking their morning walk, And from my door I listened to The chatter of their talk. |
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With busy feet they scratched for food, And talking all the while--- A sparrow said to Cardinal Red, And I thought I saw him smile. |
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"The guy inside must be a friend, To give us all this seed, He fills our stations--water our baths, He knows our daily need." |
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Said Cardinal Red to Sparrow Small; "The guy wants us to know it-- He loves us all and wants us here, This is his way to show it." |
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Then as they flew back to their nests, I saw him turn and nod, And dip a wing of thanks to me-- That feathered gift of God. |
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