A DRIZZLY, DOODLY KIND OF DAY

And so Spring begins....

A DRIZZLY, DOODLY KIND OF DAY
 

I'm listening to songs of Spring... Her drizzle starts the day. She pitter patters as she splatters Doodly on her way. The windows' sill lies ever wet Be-perched in every room, And by the looks of darkened skies, She won't leave sometime soon! The chickadees and grey-fluffed squirrels Are eating what I've sent. Their weary looks and chirp less voice Bespeaks that they are spent! But in their heart they know that they Are lucky to be here. And when the skies begin to clear I hear their grateful prayer... ''Dear Lord we thank Thee for this food That suddenly appears... Each morning new...like sweet-dropped dew That stimies all our fears! A m e n.'' *****