To A Songthrush

Oh I could sit and linger And listen to you singer Of such delightful songs The whole day long. I find listening to your song more pleasing More delightful and appeasing Than reading the finest poems created By the bards most celebrated. Carolling your enchanting song of glee Atop the leafy tree Letting all of the World know That you've got no pain or woe. But fairest songster of the plain You too know the feel of pain Most of your kin bird starved to death Under Winter's icy breath. In the Winter harsh and long Your throat was bereft of song Scarcely felt strong enough to fly And death to you was never so nigh. But you survived the Wintertime And lived to feel the warm sun shine On your dappled breast and dark brown wings And in thankfulness now sing. Sing your joyful song of cheer Whilst the Summer days are here Summer days will soon be o'er And Winter will come as before. Wild born king of melody Singing on the leafy tree Listening to your pleasant voice Makes the heart in me rejoice.