Feb 4, 2017
The Song of Brumdadrum I'm not a songbird, but I'll sing
I'm not a squirrel 'cause I've got wings
And when I'm sleeping, not awake
I'll dream sometimes of Kings and Snakes
And If I'm hungry when I wake up
Upon bright berries shall I sup
For breakfast, dinner, snack or brunch
Afternoon tea, or supper or lunch
Maybe I'll drum! Eh... maybe I'll not
A nap, I think, would hit the spot
I'll drum later, when hens are about
Right now all this eating has tuckered me out
A nap, a song, a snack, a dream,
Perhaps of a squirrel, feathered, with wings.
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