What did the Fowl Remark as it pathed thru the Sticks of the wintry tree?
'If it weren't for Ohh wormy sticks, how would I speaktatter?
If I had no woodrot to carve
what home would be?
I peck, do peck and flutter within.'
Escaping with little breath he'd mustered
Yet if the struggle had been so the less
He's have not the strength to live, sayeth the bird who has beauty to give.
'We too am as a bird.
We transform and break from our cell.'
Sayeth the butterfly whoeth doth raise and all colours swell.
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