"THE WOODLAND'S SUMMER BALL"
Wake to the sounds of the summer morning;
rise to its beckoned call.
Go while the day is here adorning,
to the woodland's - free for all.
Where the forest leaves are gleaming
from the drench of a morning dew.
Where dawn's sunrise comes streaming,
spreading its brilliant hue.
With a trail of a magic rainbow
of a yellow, red, and blue,
casting its morning sparkling glow as the light comes passing through.
Stop! Listen to the sounds that the forest brings.
The songs of the habitants here,
the mating call that the mocking bird sings-
or the meadowlark that is near.
The chatter of the chipmunk on the prowl,
the crow that's atop the trees,
the "who who" of the wise old owl
in the rustle of the gentle breeze.
Where squirrels all sprawl up the trees and all
and a doe stands watching her fawn;
and the lonely sound of the whippoorwill's call
comes through in the early dawn.
What a wonderful world we have out there,
what a joy to hear and see!
What a fragrant smell of the morning air,
what a beautiful day for me!
"Want advice?" Take mine! Rise and shine,
get up at the crack of dawn!
Leave your worries far behind
and go where I've foregone,
to the woodland's free, for one and all,
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