Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SINGER, by GARNET L. ESHEN


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THE SINGER, by                    
First Line: This is a song that fell from a tree
Last Line: Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!
Subject(s): Singing & Singers; Songs


This is a song that fell from a tree,
From a brown jolly bird that was singing to me;
And the theme of his singing seemed ever to be,
Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!
He sang me of earth on a green day in spring
When Nature was taking her annual fling;
Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!
Of hay ricks and meadows and dear growing trees;
Of white scented blossoms; the dull boom of bees;
And always he finished his carol of these
With tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!

He sang me of winds on a blue rolling hill,
Of sun-checkered meadows and vales deep and still;
Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!
Of ten little pigs and a pensive old sow,
Of frisky young colts; downy chickens; and how
The earth curls away from the blade of a plough!
Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!
He sang me a rollicking song of his mate
In the crab apple tree by the side of the gate;
Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!
He sang me (I swear it) a song that I knew --
A song of the youth and the sweetness of you . . .
But all I could hear of the words were these two,
Tweedledy -- eedledy -- ay!





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