top of the morning
the sky is winking at you
open wide your eyes
The day is bright
Behind us is the night
The sun smiles
Kindness in endless piles
Trees, flowers and bees alike
Our hearts beat to the same strike
Yesterday's pains, sharp as a cry
Dissolve like the stars when the dawn burns them high!
Top of the Morning to you
It is a beautiful day, right cousin Lou?
Until the parade starts, what shall we do?
We have to entertain ourselves ‘til two.
My idea is to buy corned beef for Sue.
She is the best cook in Kalamazoo.
While it is on simmer, here is what we will do
Round up your harmonica and my kazoo
Top of the morning to you Bonnie McDew
Want to watch the parade with us at two?
You’ve invited too many women already said Lou.
Mrs. McLeary’s cow Bessie went “moo!”
I asked Bessie “Where is your cousin Stew?”
They were always getting into trouble, these two.
The horse tried to tattle, but his super long snout grew.
So I knew he was lying about Bessie and Stew.
Sparkling star in the dark clouds
Her laughter Stretches and noticed like a lightening in the sky
Like a lion, she fears no stand of the beast in the jungle.
And when she roars, every animal cease their breathe.
Just like a honey bee
That stings to bad
Yet tastes the best wen melted
As tough as she is
You never can believe how sweet she is
Top of the morning to My Sweet One
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Patches of silv'ry dew on young green grass
Catch me smiling back as I do pass;
Catch me, too, do leafy tweets I hear---
Little tings of May that treat my ear.
Day has come up perfect, winds are mild;
Scattered clouds like puffballs pop on by.
Sunlight glances 'round---a wond'ring child---
Fondling swinging wires that wrap the sky.
Drivers start their engines, pick up speed,
Now the street is live with Steel's deed!
Laughing, I exult to stop right here,
Writing down the "ups" that are so dear.
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The "tings" of line 4 is not a typo.
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