Babble Beneath The Wind
Beneath the wind flows a babbling witherA babbling wither is what
A bird with babble he drank from bottle
A bottle of what
He fly's with a babble
Because of the bottle he drank
He flew into a tree
While looking for his nest
To the babbling brook he fell
Poor little babble he drank to much
Beneath the wind fell
To the babbling brook
There on his grave was a stone that read
Here lies poor little Babble
Beneath the wind
By the babbling brook
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