We Sing Our Songs
We birdies sing of joy and peace,
hoping war will certainly cease,
destruction please desist, decease;
oh pretty please, oh pretty please.
Brothers three we collaborate,
upon these special holidays,
we’re sorry we didn’t migrate;
now it’s too late, now it’s too late.
So we will cheer your holidays,
or perhaps sing for your birthday,
we wish we could sing a reggae;
perhaps someday, perhaps someday.
May we join your celebration?
here and there, across the nation,
we’ll sing for eats, please a ration;
taste sensation, taste sensation.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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