Ode To a Canary
His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing.
Lost among the masses yet within the throng
he lifted his head and began a song.
Without thought the mass would open and part
the burdened would feel an uplifted heart.
The songs, each one, were simple and pure
and none could escape the magical allure
of the one who sang
the one who went
by such a simple name
He never fought
Girls flocked around him
He was humble
He only wanted one thing
His name was Mr Cinnamon
and he loved to sing
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