Come and see the things I see
My vantage point is up a tree
I see on the tree a flea and bee
The stinging bee is free like me
The nasty flea is scared of birds
Birds hate fleas the last I heard
And so I watch one bird in flight
Enjoy the flea’s frightened sight
Beyond the trees lies the town
The city birds fly up and down
I’ve risen up where nature lives
Now full of joy that nature gives
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