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You remember me from my past books
I remember you from your scouring looks 
No sales were made; I landed a job that’s not obscure
selling newspapers on the corner is my entrepreneur  

Sales begin turning up and the stand had a name
“birds eye view”  was the unique game.
Hung up feeders around the shack
I knew now I had a knack. 

I had a plan to attract the attention
Music of nature was my new rendition
Birds gathered in numbers and sang their tunes
People had changed from being like prunes.

Sales are climbing and I got a paycheck
Benefits didn’t matter, what the heck
Chirps and whistles from my feathered friends
Will stop writing and throw away my pens.

Folks gathered around while the birds were fed
Papers and magazines were being read
From town to town people became aware
of this news stand in the corner square.

Food for the birds began to be brought
Standing room only or some would squat,
The more birds that sang, the more papers I sold
Money added up to a pot of gold

Song sparrows and warblers were dishing out tunes
My life hadn’t been better for many moons
Bought some new threads and a felt hat
I heard I looked nice from all the chit-chat.

I needed a name for my corner stand
‘happy Lark’s  news & birds on hand’
that seemed  to inspire the town folk
the coins dropped, I won’t be broke.

Entertainment plus reading equals pleasure
Where else can you go by any measure?
The folks in town all gather around
to read and listen to birds from Motown

Nevertheless and furthermore I am free
from writing books that weren’t worth tea
birds in the trees  are worth more at my stand
I am Happy Lark with a bird in my hand.

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