Every Bird Has Its Song: A Poem
Every Bird Has Its Song
Every bird has its song
Unlike that of any other
it sings all morning long
Or when the day becomes another
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But not all the birds
Sound sweet or pleasant
Some are abrupt and loud
Like a pheasant
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The rooster, it crows
The raven, it caws
The stork honks
And the Peacock squawks
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But should we silence
Those unpleasant sounds
That bird that sounds broken
You don’t want around
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The truth is I envy
How shameless they sing
First thing in the morning
And at twilight’s sparkling
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Where is my singing
at mornings first light?
Where is my song
when I lie down at night?
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Why do the birds sing?
It’s in their nature
I am no bird,
So why do I venture?
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I sing the praises
Of places I go
I sing the praises
Of food I enjoy
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I believe birds sing
For their creator
They praise him for putting
Songs in their nature
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The word says through Jesus
I have a new nature
One that is joyful
On every occasion
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Lord, put a new song
Within my nature
Let me sing with the sunrise
And under the moonlight
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Whether it's pretty
Or sounds like a pheasant
If my song is for you
In your ears, it’s pleasant