He Sings So Sweetly
He sings so sweetly
that little birdie,
upon his red-beaded branch;
oh I wish I had the chance
to his tune, to dance.
Christmastime’s so bright,
with a blanket of its white,
I wish to go outside
to play, run and slide,
how smoothly my paws would glide.
Inside this tree is pretty,
but listening to bird’s ditty,
I find I have a craving,
to go investigating
and engage in some ice skating.
When Santa comes to call
upon our Lovely hall,
I’ll ask him for some skis
for which, to get relief,
my boredom, will be appeased.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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