The Starling Mother

The starling mother lost a child,

and calls from dusk to dawn;

she perches on the roof above

her cry is quite forlorn.

’Where are you, little one;

oh, where, where can you be?

Can’t you hear me calling;

can’t you fly to me?”

The starling mother, three days now,

has called with piteous cry:

”Come back my little baby bird;

come back, fly back, please try.”

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