A whistle sings a sweet song
And the birds come one by one
Then some birds feel no feeling at all
Soon one bird comes in
*Tap* *Pit* *Tap*
And maybe a wing or two flaps
A bird falls
It is the hunter's trap
And in a hunter's trap all birds must fall.
One by one birds fall
Intil there is only one bird left and it is small
The small bird makes one last cry
It is a low soft and sweet little cry
And then the small bird dies.
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