Skylarks sing songs of joy
The sweetest you will
find
Serenading the young
at heart
And the romantically
inclined
Skylarks sing songs of joy
The sweetest you will
find
Serenading the young
at heart
And the romantically
inclined
Oh Mr Blue Tit
How sweetly you sit
When into my garden
You pleasantly flit
Oh Mr Blue Tit
With your coat so blue
Take care in the
garden
A cat is watching you
Oh Mr Blue Tit
You have seen it
As from my garden
You urgently flit
In the sunny cottage garden
The hollyhocks thrive
Pleasing to the eye
And loved by the
butterflies
Hollyhocks are the
eatery
For larvae to thrive
Perpetuating the Painted
Lady
Also pleasing to the
eye
On the open moor land
Shepherds roam
In pastoral vocation
Leading a nomadic life
Following the seasons
In symbiotic union
With ewe and lambkin
Panicles of vibrant pale purple,
Clusters of lilac
flowers
Offered to the bee and
butterfly
In the sunshine and
the showers
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...