Showing posts with label Bird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bird. Show all posts

Monday, June 28, 2010

All the Others Can Sing

This little poem is one my Mother used to recite when we were young:



"All the others can sing," he dolefully said,
"All the others can sing," said he.
 So he sat and drooped.
 But as far and wide the music was borne on the air's warm tide,
 A sudden thought came to the sad little bird
 And he lifted his head as within him it stirred;
"If I cannot sing, I can listen!" he cried.
"Ho, ho! I can listen!" he cried.


                                  by Julia C. R. Dorr