Mopping with the Birds

Mopping with the Birds

The yellow birds, they fly and hop
I wish they could get up and mop.

Altho 'tis really nice to hear,
Them singing while I loose my cheer.

I really wish that they could do,
The job I was supposed to do.

 

 

~Gabriela Levine 
 

 

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