Birds Fly South in the Winter Because They Have Seasonal Affective Disorder

Being told they're always very
Calm, it's scary feeling something
Under the skin feel greatly
Bones have memory not forgetting why

Birds in winter fly
South to stay so kind
Cold plays with their minds

I am thinking of
A number more than one
Of birds I saw last month
Of birds I saw last month
Isn't this so fun?
We stayed up 'til the sun
Okay now are we done?
Okay now are we done?



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Krummenacher
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