Spanish Bird
Speak no more of ardent ways
When your troubles reached their zenith
The counted hours and numbered days
And the jollies that were ‘tweenith
Fly, little bird, swim away to Spain
And never bother me again
With your tulips and your gumdrops
That pierce’d my mind’s inner eye
As I turn and twist and flippy-flop
Through the barley and the rye
Fly, little bird, swim away to Spain
And let the Harvest Moon wane
You tickle my ear with “caw, caww!”
And awaken the humdrum night
Through burlap sack and man’s law
You’re perched—suddenly in flight!
Fly, little bird, swim away to Spain
And gaze through yonder window pane
“Never cry if ‘tis not in your heart
For in every tear is a lifetime
Kiss your fervent schemes, aye—depart
To sing, it cannot be a crime”
Fly, little bird, swim away to Spain
Winked I, “Until we meet again”
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