Birdsong

Tweet tweet tweet I hear the birds speak I wonder what they say Perhaps it’s a song Or a prayer strong To welcome golden day The sunshine glows And wouldn’t you know By their cheerful chirps Perhaps they’ve learned To get the early worm And whistle while you work I lay here nude Enjoying their tune Of rainbow inflections Tan ceiling fan on Creating my own song Sunny disposition suggestion Good morning soupers May you all be troupers As you earn that early worm May you keep hope With or without clothes As the world turns