Mom, can I go outside?
I promise I'll act right
Thanks Mom, see ya later
Hey Johnny, let's go play
Okay, no problem my guy
Johnny was my best bud
We hung out every day
We sat on the porch
Thinking of what to do
As usual, it's nice out
My thoughts were kinda delayed
I kept hearing a buzz
Like a bumble or humming
I took a look left
There at the bird feeder
Flapping its wings extremely fast
A little hummingbird feasting away
Then all of a sudden
A young me was humbled
Let's just stay in today
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