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Even the birds when they singIt's not everything to them Fiddle-head ferns and daffodilsMade me want to play To the puppies having their little breakfast So I picked up six fine stringsAnd I began to playWhat I thought that newBorn fur would like best Hey, hey, such a new born mornHey, hey, the puppies they have goneLeft me here holding this songMusic is so much less than what you are Just how far can you take meHow far can you take me, Mother NinaBefore I'm on my own Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a songWhen the sun makes it's sap to riseOne by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noiseAre you sure that it's not a silence? Even the birds when they singIt's not everything to themEven the birds when they singSpread their wings to heaven and fly away. From Letras Mania