The Bird Flew.

The bird flew stretching its wings.

It danced by the river,

Where it sings.

The river water is cool,

And the bird drinks from it,

Refreshing himself.

The river knows her well.

So do the villagers.

Every morning, before sunrise,

It calls out loud-“Chirrp, twirrp, twirrp”

And then gives out a loud burp.

The bird flew,

To Russia,

To Switzerland,

To Amsterdam,

To Africa.

Then after touring four continents it came back to its homeland, India.

Adios!