Flock Together My mother and father fly. Cocooned in egg, so still I lie. Until the time I choose to wake, And eat what they regurgitate. As I grow, and watch their wing, I learn to toot the songs they sing. And whistle with a gentle tone. My colours bloom from monochrome. Now that I'm a mighty beast, I can gather my own feast. To feed my own young queens and kings, On beetles, bugs and slimy things. So they can blossom in my stead, And learn to sore up overhead. We never fall, we ne'er demise, We are the emperors of the skies.
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