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There’s a teeny little bird
And he’s sittin’ in a tree
And he thinks that he’s the cutest thing
That ever there could be
But he’s really quite absurd.
He’s never learned to truly sing.
His feathers all awry,
He isn’t very spry;
He cackles like a jackal.
Like a wounded pterodactyl,
He whizzes on his wing.
And fails and flails at everything.
There’s a teeny tiny bird
Who sits atop my fountain.
He screams he’s on a mountain
But he’s really quite absurd.
He cannot speak one loving word.
He keeps on countin’ countin’ countin.’
He gawks and stalks the birdie girls
Who are hardly more than chicks.
He squawks and talks and hurls
Hate and fear and bloated ticks.
He overlooks the very thing
That could have let his melodies ring.
This most have known for ages past:
It isn’t screaming hate or flying fast.
It’s loving all of every hue;
Whether black or white or red or blue.
Then the song itself turns true.
And all return the love to you.
The song of sweet with every beat
Now ripples with fountain’s bleat,
Echoes from the mountain peak.
Tickling back upon the beak
The world wide, the answer’s known.
No-one wins from a louder groan.
There’s a teeny little bird
And he’s sittin’ in a tree.
At last, he sings eternally.
It seems at last, he knows the Word.
Some say “Life” and some say “Love.”
Some say both — when sung in harmony.
Let’s sing each to each in harmony.
Let’s make this earth a better place.
Not only for the human race.
Let’s remake Eden where we each can be.
Let’s sing “Love!”; Let’s sing “Life!” Let’s sing “Grace!”
Let’s sing in perfect harmony!
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Nice post! The last part really got me!
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.
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