All of the birds are laughing Come on let's all join in.

I can't hear a word you're saying Tell me what are you singing In the sun

So much for all the prayers you've learned. They are no help to basic needs. And all the worlds they've shown you Just make you even greedier.

Oh the dawn has come And the song must be sung And the flowers are melting. What kind of language is this?

Hail to thee, far above the rest In joy of voice and pinion! Thou, linnet! in thy green array, Presiding spirit here to-day, Dost lead the revels of the May; A…

I see the Flowers free, And a little bird singing on a tree. It sings to me the whole day long, And I love to hear it's pretty song.

Behold, within the leafy shade, Those bright blue eggs together laid! On me the chance-discovered sight Gleamed like a vision of delight.