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Something whispered in the breeze:

     ‘Cold winter’s on its way,'

And many swallows clearly heard

      Those words upon that day.

 

So many swallows joined their friends

      And waited in a line.

What prompted them to all do this?

      Perhaps there was a sign.

 

Then lots of swallows took to flight

     Way up high in the sky –

And not one swallow even thought

     To call a small 'bye bye'.

 

They streamed across the countryside,

     And towns and cities too.

They crossed long sandy beaches,

      Then traversed some waves of blue.

 

They looked down onto Eastern France,

      But, no time to taste their wine.

Goodbye to France, it’s onwards now.

      Their journey’s going fine. 

 

Through Eastern Spain, Morocco

      And the desert’s soon in sight.

They speed ahead on powerful wings,

      Enduring this long flight.

 

Below them is the rain forest:

     See, the Congo’s down below!

Migration takes them southwards still

      Away from ice and snow.

 

South Africa’s their final stop . . . . but

     Next year:  Surprise, surprise!!

The swallows journey back again

     To glide in northern skies.

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