A little bird, you know the one
Invites me now to have some fun
Entreating me to hurry up
And try to fill my empty cup
With something more than wishes and
A hug, a kiss or joy’s glad hand.
But I’m afraid he’ll have to wait
For God and I, we have a date
And stuff, it just gets in the way
There’s no time left for aimless play !
Claire V. Bogdanos 