Bulbuls
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Bulbuls,
It was my pleasure to see
Bulbuls babbling,
Taking short flights,
Flitting,
Warbling,
Singing, dancing and playing
Near the window panes,
Into the bushes.
Red-whiskered,
Red-vented,
Flame-throated bulbuls,
Dancing, playing and singing
Out of joy,
Hopping from bush top to another,
Telling of open skies and spaces.
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