It's a strange thing, the way all those foreigners name birds ..... ..................... here's two extremes ... The Germans are normally very terse .... most of their bird names are squashedintoasinglecompoundword .... whereas the French seem to enjoy making the name as l o n g - w i n d e d as they possibly can by stringing loads of adjectives onto the noun. Just so you can see what I mean , here's a little thing for you to have a go at.... Here's a sequence of German birds ....... I want you to follow on with a final one that continues the sequence ... just one will do ..... Adler Amsel Eisvogel Krähe Meise Möwe Reiher Rotkehlchen Saatkrähe Schwalbe Star Taube ? And now, after all that excitement and struggle, an interesting spot of music .. "Tom Tiddler's Ground" is the land between the tides .... that comes and goes ... I thought you had passed, but you caught me at last,
Where you know I could never be worn. And now that you're here, and you finally hear, It's so clear on the wings of the dawn. Where your smile starts to shine, as you breath in the brine Of the spray on the very same day. The same day we all go, when we're sure that we know, What it is to be floating away. And there's a lovenest, on Tom Tiddler's Ground And there's a lovenest, on Tom Tiddler's Ground And there's a lovenest, on Tom Tiddler's Ground Long before Eden, was lost and found. But you know you'll have to be kind, if you're ever gonna find, The place that your face could have been shown. Especially when you don't dare, to force anyone there, To share in the ice being blown. And there's a lovenest... And you heard me say 'yes', but you know its a guess, As somebody else shouted 'no'. And you know freedom is free, of all the forces that be, And the ice that you too thought you should throw. And there's a lovenest... I thought you had passed, but you caught me at last, Where you know I could never be worn. And now that you're here, and you finally hear, It's so clear on the wings of the dawn. And you know freedom is free, of all the forces that be, And the ice that you too thought should be thrown. And there's a lovenest...
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