My friend, he greets me in the window,
When I try to hop behind him
He meets me beak to beak,
Other birds whom I have met
Have let me perch behind,
From there that I may preen their necks,
Sometimes they preen me mine
He seems not to want to block me,
His expression seems so kindly,
As kind even as my own,
Yet point to point,
He’s uncanny at blocking me,
I’ve even tried flying through the window,Only to meet him toe to toe,
Wing to wing and everything,
Yet when I chirp he never sings
He is not ugly,
Nor neither’s he as comely as me,
For humbly, I know me only from within,
(My own face I’ve never seen) but
I’m certainly the handsomest
Canary’s ever been
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