There was a magpie that flew at my head
I am glad I said, that I am not dead
There was a thorn she carried in her beek
I am glad I said, that I may still seek
There was my body that ducked with dread
I am glad I said that I still have my head
I am glad I said, that I am not dead
There was a thorn she carried in her beek
I am glad I said, that I may still seek
There was my body that ducked with dread
I am glad I said that I still have my head
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