When a checkered bird sings, all the red and black squares
Jostle for the crowns that every square aspires to.
When a checkered bird sings all its checkered songs for
Merry little pieces hopping all around it.
Hopping and cavorting on its checkered feet, it
Sings a song of jumping, forward then and backward
Flying through the blue sky, always sliding slantwise,
Making diagnoses, checking every tree branch.
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