Song bird
A song bird, the resident of honey suckle bush, One day the coldish weather shook her motionless, Underside the tallest hill of the hindu kush, The dusky evening drew to her a despair And the toilsome night sneak off in her eye. She under went the moments like a solitaire Within her tight skirts she was fallen, With her silver head down towards the bush, And waste out all her golden pollen, By the morning, when a poughman passed by the bush. He found, a cry in her dim and dull eye. The gentleman pointed her way to his sleeve by a push. Afterward the warmth, the bird felt like a parental Love by one eye. and hung on him like a pet cat. On the next day when Ploughman, Went out to plough his barley field. The warm bird stayed on his shoulder, He was a solitary man and did bore none, Chanting, spring songs all the day, the charlie! learned: And he groomed and loved her the year long. The plougman's nickname was painter Jan, And this way, all his sorrows f...