Triumphant thrill from floral tree,
The cheerful little chickadee,
The mourning dove its soulful coo,
Amidst the leavened grassy dew,
Now purdy, purdy, purdy, chit,
The cardinal sings his morning bit,
Red robin with a cheeriup,
This early bird with worm does sup,
And if that’s not enough to wake,
The little wren his screech twill make,
Please no more chirps; not one more peep,
Oh please, oh please just let me sleep!
Peter Lowell Paulson
April 20, 2011
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