Poems from YazzMatazz
By quoth
By note
By choice
Little to do with voice
Creates a story
Creates a land
That we are yet to understand
Yet of notes
That place...
To kill a bird, to kill a child
Either is easily beguiled
Neither foot, nor mild
Will beget this child.
One, two, three birds in a tree
The fourth has been knocked down
Down comes the first, the second, and the third.
One by one knocked down.
Have you heard the of Fee, Fye, Foe
Fee doesn't know where foe will go
Foe takes an axe through fye's head
Now they cannot be together...
Black eyed children, black eyed children
What would you like to eat?
Mother dear, oh mother dear
A bird that goes tweet!
My dear, dear...