A bird on a pole;
Does this bird have a soul,
That will fly away when it dies?
That will soar up above
On the wings of God's love,
To a home in some heavenly skies?
Or will it just rot,
Right there on the spot
Where it fell off its perch in the sea?
A meal for some crabs,
Flounders and dabs?
- The answer is quite beyond me.
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