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Dicky Bubby – Another One
by
Rusty Broadspear
Poor little dicky bubby lying in the dirt
Picked him up gently, wrapped him in a shirt.
Took him to the doctors, the doctor said he’s hurt
And I’ll have to put him to sleep.
Dying little dicky bubby did a weak cheep,
I stroked his tiny wing and started to weep
Tears on feathers – I was in too deep.
Dicky bubby’s life lying on the rocks,
I asked the doctor if he’d got a box
So I could lay dicky bubby to rest.
Held him up to the sky like a boy possessed
In an old soap box but nicely dressed.
Showed him where he flew but got distressed
So buried him in a hole topped with a cross.
Kneeling in the dirt I began to cry
Poor little dicky bubby’s in a different sky
Flying with friends under the Lord's watchful eye
I heard the flutter of his wings
As he flew nearby.
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