I wish I were a happy song
Whose merry tune played all night long
I’d like to be a story old
With ending bold and twice retold.
If I could climb a tall, tall tree
And find a bird who’ll sing with me
Or take a turn upon a swing
To spy upon what’s happening,
I’d try to reach up to the sky
To touch the clouds as they drift by
Or speak to God with His own Word
So He may know that I have heard.
Claire V. Bogdanos 