In the pleasant evening sunshine,
The Blackbird sings his song,
We're nearly into April,
The months are rolling on,
And on this grand fine evening,
The air is fresh and clear,
Looking at my garden,
Summer time draws near,
The shrubs are sprouting up with life,
It's such a special time,
Soon in all their glory,
They'll grace this space of mine,
The Blackbirds now retired,
He needs a long earned rest,
He's sang his little heart out,
All day,
He's sang his best!
Tomorrow is another day,
I can't wait till then,
Bye Bye, little Blackbird,
I'll see you once again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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