Oh Mockingbird

Oh Mockingbird, where are you now? I need your varied song. Red Robin keeps repeating---how! His liquid notes too long! He's more like a machine, oh yes! The same thing o'er and o'er! While your top tunes are happiness None ever heard before! O Mighty, fleet inventor---you! O Man of birds, I say, Come here with your sweet genius true, Come now, and make my day!