Laughing Song ©
When the birds go south they fly from Jack Frost,-
Oh cold is his breath, they scan east an’ the west;
When caught in currents they steer their own course
And like a feather they are none the worse;
When the greenswards feast on liquid sun
And the grasshoppers, the gnats join the fun;
When the moths and beetles romp around
The sky rains their death, the birds make no sound!
Geese sing while the storks preen their plumes white:
‘ Where our table al fresco is complete
We forgive Jack Frost who blew us southward,
After such a feast, not to forgive is hard’.
Source of my inspiration is given below:
Original poem
Laughing Song By William Blake
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;
when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing “Ha, ha he!”
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of “Ha, ha, he!”
