Phoebe Black is up and down
Always moving, never still
On the fence post then the ground
Now she’s on the window sill.
Watching what the morning brings
Winging past her seat
Tee hee, tee ho she always sings
After each new buzzing treat.
If you ask her what she’s seen
Come walking past her door
From start to end and in between
She’ll tell you who, what, why and more.
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