“Best Singer”
The songs that I wrote
will put a lump
in my throat.
But the best song
I ever heard
came from my
little song bird.
The songs that
he wrote
is sung in a happy note.
Singing in the forest
I listen to his chorus.
Sitting in his nest
his songs are the best.
I like listening to my bird
but I don’t know
one word.
Maybe if I were a loon
I’ ll write a bird tune.
Birds can’t write
with wings
’cause they don’t
have arm things.
They use them for flight
that’s why they
don’t write.
Birds will give a
free concert
with songs that
don’t hurt.
So I’ ll just be
a people thing
and listen to the
birds sing.
But when birds
fly south
I sing sad songs
with my mouth.
Even if I try to
sing like a robin
I always end up
cryin’ an’ sobbin’.
I can’t wait until spring
to hear my little
bird sing.
