No American Idol

A gentle hush fell over the pond The crickets ceased their evening song Many jewel-toned feathers circled and flew And perched as tonight's "Idol" audience grew Poor little bird looks out from his tree top place His voice must enthrall them in the "Idol" race!! He must choose the right song, and be a hit, Just one more chance is all he gets! Oh My! He sees Jennifer Lovebird, soft feathered, and fair And Steven Tucan, in the judging chair!! Ol’ Randy Jaybird with his ‘Hot Dog’ hoots! Oh dear, this poor little songbird, is shaking in his boots! With stage fright, he fears his chance is bleak He opens up his tiny beak With not even one tender note, so sweet All he can muster, is one awful squeak!! Quickly, Ryan Redbrest flaps his wings....hops to the branch And clamps him shut, without a glance! Poor little bird,....! He's lost his chance! To sing among the tallest trees, To win the prize, with songs to please... Or be a part of history! :( So off he flies, into the breeze....! ------------------------------------------------------------------- For Francine Roberts Contest "Enough!"