The Swifts built a nest in my eaves,
Made up of some bracken and leaves,
They held it together with mud,
Until it looked pretty darned good.
I think we’ll have trouble in store,
The Swifts are our neighbours next door.
Made up of some bracken and leaves,
They held it together with mud,
Until it looked pretty darned good.
I think we’ll have trouble in store,
The Swifts are our neighbours next door.
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