Let us fly, let us hop, let us run, skip and flop
Over mountains, over trees, over cities, over seas
To a place that we must dance a special dance of circumstance

Turn around but don't fall down, then look straight up without a frown
Keeping balance, jump up high, clap our hands, then reach the sky
Now we shimmy to our right, arms spread wide as if in flight
Then we shimmy to our left, very fancy and quite deft
Make three hops and then bow low, if done correctly then in we go

To the Bird Village






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Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 813 AF.