Oh, my dear mourning dove,
a sweet voice sending ripples through the
morning air.

My dear mourning dove,
voice having been troubled and lost,
and then found again,
with sweet benevolence.

My dear mourning dove,
with a voice that beings
crave
to hear sing their ‘Good morning,’s,

Oh my dear mourning dove,
tickling tympanum,
curving lips upward, and
singing reverse lullabies.