
I’m sure you don’t have to be told
the pleasure gained from listening
enraptured as the songbird sings
though whether it be wet or cold
his notes will shine like liquid gold
from his high perch up in the trees
his joyful tunes ride on the breeze
we can be sure he does not need
a written score from which to read
his repertoire is sure to please.
I hear the silvered tones of a blackbird here
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