Birthday She lives in this house over there, Has her world outside it. Scrabbles in the earth with her fingers And her mouth--shes five years old. Thread worms on a string, Keeps spiders in her pocket, Collects fly-wings in a jar scrubs horse flies And pinches them on a line. Shes got one friend he lives next door, They listen to the weather, He knows how many freckles shes got, She scratches his beard. Shes painting huge books, Glues them together, They saw a big raven; It glided down the sky--she touched it. Todays a birthday theyre smoking cigars, He got a chain of flowers, Sows a bird in her knickers, Theyre smoking cigars, Lie in the bathtub, Chain of flowers.
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