The call
No, I’m calling a little bird
A tiny little squirt
No, I wish it were my tiny pooch
No this is another mooch
A little critter sweet
Feeding nuts and seed
It flew into my heart
Never to depart
And so I do my daily deed
A nibble of my heart let feed
I offer freely and with joy
My finer feelings to employ
No I am only kidding
It wouldn’t be befitting
I know what I do offer
Booth hearts from it will proffer
In innocents they take
Not scams or mooching slake
They give more love than they receive
Booth hearts do not deceive!
19/11/2007
Allen
Christine
God bless you. Kathy
A nibble of my heart let feed
This sad old world truly needs many more hearts as big as yours!
Dan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.