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I wandered lonely as a cloud
I was out among the heather
It was there I saw a wondrous sight
A blooming great big feather.
Now, was it from a dinosaur
Or from an ostrich grown outsize
Or was it from another time
A Phoenix, dropped from the skies.
I crept up close to check it out,
It seems to be really dead,
But you never know with Phoenixes,
They change a lot, it’s said.
Gingerly I stretched out my arm,
My fingers trembled with fright,
With my last ounce of courage I grabbed it:
It’s my brother’s flamin’ kite.
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