A song is but a little thing
But many wonders it may bring
A good song heals a sick king
By an Adarna bird that sings
A string of some easy notes
And done in lyrical quotes
Accompanied by a flute
Played by a friend so astute
In the coldest of nights
When the cold seems to bite
My favorite song leads me to heights
Heights that I can see beautiful sights
Some songs give happy feelings
Still others with sad meanings
Some others with slow and fast beatings
And yet what joy it is to sing!
Written for Carry On Tuesday
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