Birds got their mama,
Flitting through the trees,
Protecting them from bugs and such,
Scarin' 'way the bees.
Fish got the river,
Giving them life,
Moving 'em, hiding 'em
From trouble and strife.
Pennies got the couch cushions,
Blinds got the sil,
Bogeymen got the under-bed,
Tips got the bill.
All I got is my bed,
And this pen, and this book,
My lamp and my pillow
In my own little nook.
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