Oh Mr Blue Tit
How sweetly you sit
When into my garden
You pleasantly flit
Oh Mr Blue Tit
With your coat so blue
Take care in the
garden
A cat is watching you
Oh Mr Blue Tit
You have seen it
As from my garden
You urgently flit
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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