A sparrow sang for breakfast
the robin sang for tea
Death by misadventure
the magpie holds the key
The jackdaw sang for supper
the nightjar at midnight
The major sips his sherry
as the conscripts fight the fight
Then as the sun rises
and the day begins again
The salmon swims the river
and the deer runs the glen
So, the fisherman packs his tackle
and his glasses for the sun
While the hunter wore his stalker
and loads bullets for his gun
Then we ponder at life's menu
as we drink a glass of wine
Whose time will it be tomorrow
it could be yours it could be mine
Apr 22, 2024
Apr 22, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC
A sparrow sang for breakfast
the robin sang for tea
Death by misadventure
the magpie holds the key
The jackdaw sang for supper
the nightjar at midnight
The major sips his sherry
as the conscripts fight the fight
Then as the sun rises
and the day begins again
The salmon swims the river
and the deer runs the glen
So, the fisherman packs his tackle
and his glasses for the sun
While the hunter wore his stalker
and loads bullets for his gun
Then we ponder at life's menu
as we drink a glass of wine
Whose time will it be tomorrow
it could be yours it could be mine
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