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The Widow Swan

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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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