A waxwing went whistling
sweet songs along the way.
A bullfrog croaking bass tones
joined his band that day.
A forest squirrel politely asked,
"May I join you fine sounding fellows?
I rather like the harmony
the chirping and the bellows."
"What sound do you make?"
the waxwing asked in interviewer's fashion.
"A swift staccato clicking noise
known as 'chattering with passion.'"
"Let's give him a try!" came the bullfrog reply
and he led them in a round.
They sounded just fine and the squirrel kept time
by dropping acorns on the ground.
It didn't take long for the sound to spread,
others joined the company:
A robin, a beaver, and the buzzing hum
of a big ol' bumble bee.
Soliloquies now blended
are practiced, shaped, and mended.
Some marching tunes, some waltzes,
both straight legged and bended.
The woodland creatures harmonize beneath the willow tree,
they put on a show that cannot be matched for listeners like me!
by Royce Waxenfelter
10/12/18
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