Continuing story Mole
If the babybirds were not Tsjicks birds,
How come, and what, who, whose are they???
Mole decided to find out straight away.
He went off to go to mrs Tsjick and ask herself.
He rose to his feet, to go to the tree where she sold her eggs.
Funny enough, as soon as Mole wanted to go,
the little birds followed Mole, to come along with him.
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