So sung were two birds by nested grew
Masked was one by name of Ned,
Tasked was one by name of Fred,
That looms twigs such warmth procured,
Sun by night would shame its fire,
Sees though Moon a task yea dire,
As danced were twigs, a soothed fall,
Looped by feathered fur awoke,
Boon of hope little drew yolk,
Where warmest space comes cool,
Sung by cheer: praised eyes anew,
Fred! Ned! Eyes beget them more,
Like cracks on vase by gaps filled,
That was how two birds then grew.
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