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The Hummingbird is cute and tiny; Sometimes his wings look very shiny. His beak is long and comes to a point; And in it you won't find a joint. He's stays around the feeder, and protects his food; He's sometimes aggressive, with alot of attitude. A humming sound, he seems to mutter; His wings are so fast, you might see them flutter. He'll go from flower, to feeder, to flower; He'll fly through a water mist, to take his shower. A brand new feeder, he has found; One he can eat from, and buzz all around. At the end of the summer, you must fly away; But I know you'll be back, again someday. |
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