I want to go outside but I know it wouldn't be good.
At only 3.8
I could be some birdie's food.
I love the blowing wind
As it tosses around my ears.
And I am brave enough
But my mom has plenty of fears.
So I test my limits
Because I know that soon one day.
She'll feel sorry for me
And go with me outside to play.
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