Songbird

I listened to a bird that told me all
 He seemed to make no sense as I recall
 I listened to the bees, their buzzing sounds
 Told nothing of the purpose of their rounds
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 The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
 The placid pond, the bird in flight
 The lion stalking 'round his kill
 The flower's purpose on the hill
 I looked out at the trees that gently swayed
 They didn't need to know how they were made
 I wondered if the world kept something hid
 Denied to me, for something that I did
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 The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
 The placid pond, the bird in flight
 The lion stalking 'round his kill
 The flower's purpose on the hill
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 I listened to a bird that told me all
 He seemed to make no sense as I recall
 So far I haven't heard a songbird sing
 A single verse that told me anything
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 The claws that tear, the fangs that bite
 The placid pond, the bird in flight
 The lion stalking 'round his kill
 The flower's purpose on the hill