Tap

As the sun comes up, I’m already out

Tap, Tap

Dew on the ground, misty fog in the cool air,
The sounds of the morning whistling by with a

Tap, Tap, Tap

Tree by tree, I repeat my call,
My wings wide, I soar through the forest with ease,
awakening the forest bit by bit with my

Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap

As the morning moves, my job steadies,
With the dazzling crown on my head
and my ivory beak made of steel,
The jackhammer pounds time and time again with a

Tap, Tap, Tap

A streak of white shoots down my back
as my feet grasp and bark on each new specimen,
The morning turns to day, and still

Tap, Tap

The sound drones on as day turns to night,
Yet the endless beat continues until finally

Tap

I await till morning light.