[Verse] In the midnight’s hush, the bayou’s soft sigh, E-Bee drones buzz as the old reeds fly, Mapping wetlands, whispering lullabies, Across the Dax-mass season, 'neath New Orleans sky. [Verse 2] Through Woodlands' depths and Delacroix's charm, E-Bee hums steady, keeping nature from harm, English Turn's magic, winter's gentle arm, With every flight, a Christmas wish to disarm. [Chorus] Mapping the wetlands, through festive blue, With a jazzy swing and a holiday hue, Bass notes croon as the data flows, In a season where love and nature glows. [Verse 3] Pianos croon softly under streetlight gleams, E-Bee dances in the moonlight's serene beams, Silent carols in the Southern stream, Where wetlands and Christmas blend in dreams. [Bridge] A gleaming encore in the festive air, The wetland’s quiet, a harmonious flair, Navigating the yuletide with thoughtful care, E-Bee’s flight, a graceful prayer. [Verse 4] In Delacroix, Santa’s sleigh waits in line, Mapping hidden treasures, each nuanced sign, Wetlands sing in tones refined, A Christmas song where earth and sky align.
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