What is this mother?
Why don't we have food?
All cattle got their fodder,
And we searched so good.
Everyday my wings ache
After the daily showdown,
But we always had something to eat
And now no offers from this town.
What is this mother?
Where has our house gone?
As she only pointed down farther,
My only memory where I was born.
I heard chuckling voices,
So mean of them...when I had to mourn
Although we had no choices,
I put my head down and went ahead
to search for a new hometown.....
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