Grace is an amazing bird. Not in just one way but in many ways. She talks and says things at the right moment, whistles and barks, stands on one leg and beeps like an oven. She can say hello and hang upside down. She plays with her toys and swings on her swing.
Grace is a pretty bird with short grey feathers, a large sharp black beak and white mask on her face. She has a long ruby tail and sharp claws on her feet. She picks up her food and carefully nibbles it. But sometimes she drops it down onto the floor.
That is Grace, the pretty amazing bird, the one that is loveable and easy to remember. That is Grace, the one that I care about, the one that I love.
Grace is a pretty bird with short grey feathers, a large sharp black beak and white mask on her face. She has a long ruby tail and sharp claws on her feet. She picks up her food and carefully nibbles it. But sometimes she drops it down onto the floor.
That is Grace, the pretty amazing bird, the one that is loveable and easy to remember. That is Grace, the one that I care about, the one that I love.
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