Song of the song thrush

As I crunch through the frosty grass

The winter trees silhouetted against

the warm orange glow of the rising sun

The joy of bird song fills my senses

The song is as bright as an Irish flute

The sound fills the air like a choir in church

“Hello hello hello

It’s a good day it’s a good day it’s a good day

Good morning good morning good morning

Welcome the day welcome the day welcome the day

Full of joy full of joy full of joy

And it’s mine and it’s mine and it’s mine “

And it is mine,

This wonderful day full of joy

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