The Jingles In My Brain

Out of writing verse so few have made a fortune And many see it as a waste of time And what mother now would wish her son to be born with The once great gift the gift of writing rhyme. Yet in my soul the rhymes are ever stirring And the jingles keep on jingling in my brain And believe me i'd not be penning verses If i were hell bent on financial gain. On windblown gum i see the white backed magpie And i am in the mood for rhyme again His feathers drenched and yet he pipes so sweetly Why do birds always whistle in the rain? . To write of birds and beasts and natural things to many Seems such a waste of precious energy And such effort does not put bread on your table Of what i know of they keep telling me. It's sad so sad to think that many people See Nature as an unimportant thing They clear the wood of trees for to build factories And man made noise where songbirds once did sing. Human society revolves around greed and money And many of the most successful people of today Are those who have defaced the natural landscape And they'd clear more land if they had their own way. I know yes i know that this paper that i write on Not long ago part of a beautiful tree And i too have cut down trees far too many And the hypocrisy of mankind too in me. The jingles in my brain just keep on jingling And i've been trying to find my soul in rhyme And i'll continue piecing rhymes together Though many see that as a waste of time.