Remember mon louvre

I fixed ur left wing...carresed it...it grew out in one swing...beautyful as a shining ling...
Thats says tideding...ding...bong swish and more love we will bring....

But you flew away ...flew away to another twiggely wiggely sing in a softy tossy blingeli shing....in a very formed wing...thou...or is it a fling...