Thousands of miles, they fly-
Over the oceans, they fly-
Across the valleys, they fly-
Leaving behind homes, barren and cold,
To be in lands with flowers of yellow gold,
Basking in the warmth away from the cold!
But when the snow thaws-
And away the cold goes-
Somehow each one of them knows . . .
And not for a moment they pause,
Away from the verdant lands, back they fly;
Have you ever wondered why?
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