Some days Cecilia gets a faraway look in her eyes
She looks out over the countryside and sits on a branch and decides
What sort of song she should sing today, quiet or sung with gusto
Perhaps a little melancholic or maybe just plain robusto!
She flies over to a hawthorn tree whose leaves are just coming out
She settles herself and stares for a bit before letting it all hang out!
Today there’s no holding back for this bird, she sings with all her heart
Who’d ever have known that this sweet siskin gal could get her beak this far apart!
Cecilia stops and ponders awhile of the beauty of where she is seated
She smiles to herself and takes a deep breath for this song must now be completed!
Oh has ever a bird sung so loud or with such enthusiasm
It’s sad she sounds like scraping rocks and my ears go into spasm!
Oh Cecilia I’m sorry, I think you’re beautiful
But when you open your beak to sing please lower the decibel!
You might think my comments are very rude and quite inexcusable
But when I have my camera you are so irresistible!
See Ya xx