If I were a cockatoo
in a cypress tree
I would be eating
fresh kernels with exuberant glee.
If I were a sparrow
on my window-sill
I would look through and bop until
I knew you would see me
and call sweetly,
'Fly over little one'
and listen with me
to the chorus of carols,
wonderfully lifted on the evening breeze
as the honey-eaters sing joyously.
If I were a jingle-bell
having a tinkling time,
I would enjoy this season
and some simplicity
to live in my heart and happily be
with the twinkling stars on the Christmas tree.
- sSs -
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