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Rhyme of the Ancient Moult
Feathers, feathers everywhere Morning, noon, and night... Feathers, feathers, everywhere, And ne'er an end in sight... Look how all the pretty feathers Make a carpet at our feet - As if the carpet there before Wasn't good enough, so neat... In the morning we arise To find our bed a feathered prize - In the evening, dinner's find Is like to be a feather, fried...  CHORUS:We've got... Feathers in our coffee, we've got feathers in our hair... We've got feathers at our fingertips, and if sometimes people stare, Well, there prob'ly is a feather, stuck to something ... somewhere!So sing we now of feathers! And here's to the new young pins.. May they last SO long as feathers, Before we start all this nonsense again! R C 'Robirda' McDonald
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