Stale bread, out the window it goes To feed all the hungry bills Doves, nightingales, blackbirds and crows Descend, then nibble their fill
They come one by one, but never Would they ever attempt it alone A flock of them dining, accepting the lure Paradise food, but unknown
They'll return some day a bit braver with time To satisfy hunger, they'll toil But until they do, their lies the food Now fertilizer for the soilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
