For Heathcliff
I love my little canary.
He sings so sweet and loud.
He puffs out his feathers
and looks so very proud.
He starts off a-warbling.
he pulls it from his soul
and though I love his music
I wish he had a volume control.
Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2018
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