Green finch in your garden,
sits on the branch.
He ignores the warden,
and he eats the crunch.
Dance in the rhytm of wind,
just brings you a blues.
The tone of it doesn't move him,
he won't take a ruse.
Green finch in your garden,
he sings a song to you.
So you give to him a pardon,
you've got a new view.
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