“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer;
It sings, because it has a song.”
Maya Angelou
It was just around dawn
When my wife woke me
She really wanted to know
“Who The Heck is Phoebe?”
“Huh?!” I soon whispered
Wearily sitting up in our bed
“Someone keeps calling Phoebe;
Go Find Out Who That Is, Mr. Ed!”
I crawled out of bed, rubbing my eyes
And I sat at our window, listening intently
There was nothing out there, except silence
Then I soon heard: “Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!”
I now laughed out loud, looking at my spouse
And said, “Why, it’s Phoebe, herself, out there;
She’s an old friend of mine, Mean Tall Woman,
I sure do hope that you have some food to spare!”
“What? Where the heck is this old friend of yours from?
Why is she here at this hour, and what should I feed her?”
“My dear old friend, Phoebe, just arrived here, from Florida,
And she really loves Flies, Spiders, and Delectible, Juicy, Worms!”
I laughed again, and dragged my wife to the windowsill
Where I pointed out the beautiful little bird on our lawn
“You really can be quite a jerk!” my spouse now chirped
“Shh! And listen up! She really loves to sing out, at dawn!”
“Phoebe! Phoebe! Phoebe!”again sang our tiny gorgeous visitor
A wondrous Eastern Phoebe, who had flown up here from the south
“I sure hope that you have some nice juicy insects for her, in the fridge.”
“I sure do, Mr. Jerk, and I have some for you. Now, Open Your Mouth!”
It was just around dawn,
When my wife woke me;
She really wanted to know,
“Who The Heck is Phoebe?”
©2010, A Real Amused Mr. Ed
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Anna
Peace,
Dayvid
EDvard Ole Brother
I just adore birds, the little dinosaurs ~
Christine
Just delightful, Ed.
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Jasmin Horst
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