πŸ¦‹πŸ¦πŸ’• β€˜Three little birds’ πŸ¦‹πŸ¦πŸ’•

By Bob Marley & The Wailers

‘Rise up this mornin,
Smiled with the risin sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)
Singin: don’t worry bout a thing,
Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin: don’t worry (dont worry) bout a thing,
Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
The strangest incident occurred yesterday which inspired me to blog once again.
A little bird flew into my upstairs hallway window from the garden. This is not impossible but I have resided at this house for nearly 20 years, opened the same window (which is small) nearly every day except in cold weather. This has never happened before. The wee little bird became disoriented and scared. It had to be guided down the stairs and out via the rear of the house. Some would say this was a bad omen but I choose to say it was either a fluke or that you paid me another visit to say,
‘Don’t worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright’
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