The Singing Bird Gives Thanks

Poem By Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

The singing bird gives thanks
By the melody of its song
Which you and I enjoy
As beneath we walk along
A pathway neath a tree
In the shade of the wood,
The hymn the bird is sining
Is, 'I Sing: The Lord Is Good.'
All we hear is twittering
From a bird in a tree
Maybe the only twittering
Are the hyms in church mumbled by you and me!

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