Songs of My Day

All is quiet here next to the shady oak tree Just the faint sound of a bumblebee, Glass in hand filled with cold lemonade Low and behold, a bird started to serenade. Out of the blue he flew on that limb So eloquently he sings, looking just so prim I tried to sing with him but I didn’t know the tune I’ll have time to listen, its only high noon. You have an array of songs my little bird The melodies I hear I have never heard, Enchanting to say the least my friend The ballads are lively which all blend. I hope you will come back tomorrow Give me some notes that I can follow There is something that I must say You have certainly brightened up my day