One sunny day, sometime in June,
The stream hummed a simple tune.
The frogs, jealous of the song,
Decided they should croak along.
Hearing the music, arrived a bee,
Who put in his own harmony.
A bird, who found this fairly fun,
Sang the loudest of everyone.
In joined a nearby tree,
Who sang the most beautifully.
Music then began to form.
Singing now was the worm.
This inspired the passing trout,
Who quickly stopped and shouted out.
Singing sweetly was a jay.
Their tune now heard from long away.
Then a mans boat drifted by,
Which caused their song to quickly die.
Tomorrow they will sing again.
For now, their songs come to an end.
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- Erik Hukriede
