American Goldfinch

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He often in the trees did sing,
With lively notes light as wings,
And to all the other birds he brings
Happiness and delight.

His song as lively as his yellow hue,
The bird I know is never blue,
Unlike the somber birds that flew
Around during the night.

The Mourning Dove with its mourning call
Does call a call, the saddest of all
And the wind does blow, and the rain does fall
And the skies aren’t blue.

But the Goldfinch sings an upbeat song
So that all the chipmunks scamper along
And the sparrows search for the iron lung
Of the once dull bird they knew.

But now that spring has come to the fields,
The Goldfinch has laid down his brown winter shield
And now a yellow coat he feels
Around his happy heart.

And all the birds say, “sing again!”
And the Goldfinch chirps for all his friends
And they all erupt in a happy blend
Of music, and of art.





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