It’s night time in the big city
Freshly fallen snow turns gray in the gutter
The engineer won’t stop coughing
“It’s time once again for more bird songs here on Theme Time Radio Hour. We’ve gotten a lot of response to last week's show. A lot of people have written in with their favorite bird songs. People are asking me questions about birds. I’m not exactly an expert, but I’ll try and help as much as I can.”
“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. A rooster in the hand…well, never mind.”
“We’re flying high and we know no borders. We travel the world, slave to no boundaries.”
“I got a special spot for the Stones for standing up for the music that inspired them.”
“I’m tempted to do a third show about birds”
Why Do Birds Sing? by Robert William Service
Let poets piece prismatic words,
Give me the jewelled joy of birds!
What ecstasy moves them to sing?
Is it the lyric glee of Spring,
The dewy rapture of the rose?
Is it the worship born in those Who are of Nature's self a part,
The adoration of the heart?
Is it the mating mood in them
That makes each crystal note a gem?
Oh mocking bird and nightingale,
Oh mavis, lark and robin - hail!
Tell me what perfect passion glows
In your inspired arpeggios?
A thrush is thrilling as I write
Its obligato of delight;
And in its fervour, as in mine,
I fathom tenderness divine,
And pity those of earthy ear
Who cannot hear . . . who cannot hear.
Let poets pattern pretty words:
For lovely largesse - bless you, Birds!