I was walking down the road Just as happy as can be And all the leaves upon the trees Were waving back at me
I saw a curly snail As he stretched to greet his day Then headed down the road with me Then stopped to stretch again
I saw a pretty sparrow She was perched upon a wire She sang a song—I sang along We made a lovely choir
The snail conducted from a twig— Just so, our song began “Happy Birthday to You!” Did you hear us as we sang?
We had a happy party As we danced around—We three! And we wished you Happy Birthday! Just as HAPPY as can be!
. Not all poems survive. I've lost a few and let others go. My current collection of poems is available on Kindle and in paperback. It is called "3201 e's" (that is approximately how many e's are in the manuscript which is a very unpoetic title but a reflection on the creation of poetry by common means.)