Listening

Murky sea, hides monsters and jewelry, so perk your ears Through the trees, the wind will blow quickly, so perk your ears The constant unkempt promises on the radios Still will scream, whilst we all softly dream, so perk your ears The familiar newscasters tell more knowing we're quick To agree yet so slow to believe, so perk your ears Our kids, dressed for summer, wave a bat and glove saying "Pretty please!", but we're just too busy, so perk your ears As grandpa interrupts and grabs my shoulder. "I have Lots to teach, my little Timothy, so perk your ears!"