I am a little wren

Who likes my peanuts shelled

And like folks with a yen

Annoyed when food withheld

I sit upon the rail

And trill out my lament

Spin and flick my tail

And through the trees I went

And then my human friend

Shelled peanuts in her hand

A whistle she will send

"Return to peanut stand"

And back to rail I go

I fly to peanut land

Where I will give a show

For peanuts are so grand

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