Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
Jordaan Mason
The little birds said to me
Hey why don't you climb in our tree
And together, we could write a song
I said, oh but my legs are too long
So instead, i baked them a pie
But they said they thought it too dry
So i built them a house out of sticks
But the birds said that they were gonna need bricks
Because the wind is gonna come
And blow us all away