WOODPECKER
Woodpeckers sit in trees
knocking loudly,
The hole is quite large
Wake up early in the morning.
Knock knock that word
sounds sweet
Unknown bliss
Wakes up in the mind.
The lips are longer than his
full of claws,
With the weight on both legs
Hold the tree.
Woodpeckers are woodpeckers
Two chop wood,
The art of woodworking
I can’t find it in the market.
Make a hole with the lips
house inside
Safe in the sun
He is very thin.
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