A green bird peeped through the grill,
As I sat enjoying the drizzle! My cup
Of tea in my left hand, in the right
Was held my camera dear. 
So I said to the little green bird,
“Show me your face that I might click,
My tea grows cold, my hand tires!”
But still the pesky bird denied me my pleasure!
So to tease me did the bird hop down
And took a step one ahead and one
Behind! And in my excitement did I
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