Above and below I watch green things grow In secret I hide While my plants grow inside Warm heat helps things thrive And keeps them alive I come here to find peace Heaven will not cease
Beneath the blue and beautiful sky above the ground of stones a tower looms with glitter and gold in beautiful hues and tones and in this tower there will be a maiden so fair and so sweet Waiting for a prince to come along and sweep her right off of her feet!
I don’t know. Maybe I want to be seen. Maybe I don’t want to blend into my background like you do.
What do you mean, like I do? I like being seen. Why else would I go down there and dodge peoples clumsy steps? Barney, you really think about things too hard.
Marcel, it’s just that I’m not as colorful as you are. I tend to blend more and never be seen. And honestly, have you ever been called a crow? I doubt it! Try that one on for size! A crow! Hahaha, as if. Those guys are too noisy.
Barney, you were called a crow?
Yeah, that one day we were down on the sidewalk when that kid walked up to me. He turned around and told his mother that he just found a crow. Do I really look like a crow?
Barney, you don’t look like a crow. Not to mention, your cooing is much softer than the cawing of a crow. That alone should set you apart.
Well, if you really say so Marcel. Thanks for saying that. But really, do you think anyone can see me up here?
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