Silly bird flew too low,
Thinking about where he was to go.
He took no thought of low or high,
Just flapping across the open sky.
But soon the bird dropped to low,
Dropping to where my van must go.
Don’t you know my heart turned to mud,
To hear and see the pigeon thud.
No more flapping, no more sky,
I think the silly bird did die.
IHS
6-11-98