Lyrebird

     Lyrebird you can sing any old tune, you take em’ all and make em’ all new.

Some seek to cage you to hear you every evening, even if it turns your melody blue.

Oh the sadness the moping and the madness, I’ve felt it sting like a bee.

I’ll lay in the clover ’till you wanna come over and whistle a tune with me.

 

Lyrebird with your voice sustaining vibrato en-training the day.

Scores like magnolias filled with voices and phrases bearing notes that rise and decay.

Like a Nickelodeon I’m singing your tune it seems it’s all that I do.

I hum it quietly if you come near you’ll hear me Lyrebird your song is true.

I admire you. I do……..