Grandpa has a Phoebe bird.
He showed her nest to me,
with five blue eggs inside it;
he picked me up to see.
He said "You cannot touch them.
She'll leave the nest she's made.
She'll leave it all behind her,
and the five blue eggs she's laid."
He said to listen carefully
to her her call her name.
It's "Feebie, Feebie, Feebie".
She always calls the same.
-Joy S. Barefoot
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