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The Widow Swan




Her mate for life has passed away

Dead from heart attack

He flew away on one fine day

But never to come back

Now with her brood of cygnets

A most impressive eight

She keeps them closely by her side

And threats anticipates

We hope there is a single male

That romance has not flown

Until that time with family

She will not be alone.



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