Happy Little Bird

Thu, 10/01/2020 - 21:37 -- osato

I knew a little bird

Whose colours are green and red 

It flies so high; it flies so low 

It flies everywhere I go 

A happy little bird it was 

With no name and no home

R.I.P. birdie, badminton is not the same 

Without you.  


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