httpv:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Vnr6Oxybkq4<\/p>\n
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\nOf all the birds that I do know,
\nPhilip my sparrow hath no peer;
\nFor sit she high, or sit she low,
\nBe she far off or be she near,
\nThere is no bird so fair, so fine,
\nNor yet so fresh as this of mine;<\/p>\n
\nPhilip will cry still: yet yet yet yet.<\/p>\n
\nWhen Philip hath been lately fed;
\nOr in an evening soberly
\nWhen Philip list to go to bed;
\nIt is a heaven to hear my Phipp,
\nHow she can chirp with merry lip;<\/p>\n
\nPhilip will cry still: yet yet yet yet.<\/p>\n
\nBut is at home when I do call.
\nIf I command she lays on load
\nWith lips with teeth, with tongue and all.
\nShe chants, she chirps, she makes such cheer,
\nthat I believe she hath no peer.<\/p>\n
\nPhilip will cry still: yet yet yet yet.<\/p>\n