What is this world that I once knew
over and over the scenes I flew
Diving down
over the trees
deeper and deeper
till I can see bees
Over one little leaf I flew
and on it a bug that I once knew
but into my beak
It snapped like a fly
and on the wind I flew by
a quiet scene
a quiet house
and beside it
a small quiet mouse
I swooped in a whirl
and grabbed it in beak
and headed off toward a mountain peak
there I rested
and flew somemore
right into a person's door
and there I was trapped
by a woman and broom
I flew out the door
in the living room
and over the chimney
over the trees
I went back home
on the fastest breeze.
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