Mockingbird Blues

Oh mockingbird! Oh mockingbird!
Why do you stay?
Wintertime is here!
Fly away to the tropics, my little friend!

Do not stay!
Fly away!
Your friends and your nestlings,
have gone, to the tropics.

Do not stay, winterís chill will arrive.
Fly away, be warm and toasty.
The warmth of this winter day is deceiving.
Fly away! To truth and freedom.

Otherwise, all will be lost
and you will expire.
So fly away my little mockingbird
and be home free.

[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey

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