In the year way back when
a battle occurred this side of Nit Twit
that stirred every bird in the berg of Grit Brit.
The Forshore Birds fought the Farshit Birds
in a World War over Words,
over what should be "should" and what could be "could."
The Forshores thought nothing was foremost as "should,"
The Farshits thought Forshores were shits and liked "could."
The Forshores all knew they were right and should win,
but the Farshits prevailed, 'cause they learned how to grin.
When they grinned, they could grin a Forshore from flight,
'cause birds shouldn't grin, and Farshits were a fright.
So if you should see a Farshit one day,
the Farshit will grin at you wisely, and say,
"A Farshit knows nothing 'for shore' as he sits in his tree,
but knows how to dream, and free dreams to be."
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