Let me pick your thoughts,
I got minds to feed,
A nest to build
And eyes on me.
I tripped, I fell,
Messed up my chores.
Collect the wit to
Learn from before.
Keep my psyche as
Sharp as my beak.
And right now I think
It’s best to sleep.
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