When you’ll hear the jay

 

When You’ll Hear the Jay

 

When you’ll hear the jay chirp its music,

in staccato, sweet blows of a flute,

know, Mother gave it its notes, when She made it,

and the rhythm and the script, to be cute…

 

When you’ll see mighty falcon in flying,

high, high up, over clouds in skies,

in majestic those circling around,

feel the script, when enchanting it flies…

 

Butterflies dream in dancing their music…

Tiny bees even sing, shy and soft.

Our lovely cats purr-purr so sweetly,

just as Mother their tones She composed…

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