There is a song that no one knows
In the fields is where it grows
With the birds singing and the brooks
bubbling
The wind blowing through my hair down to
my toe
The grass and the flowers seem to sway as
if caught in a hypnotic trance
Crickets on violin, toads on bass, and
the moon showing it’s bright face
They play a concert for their woodland
friends until day break, and then at night starts up again. There are not many songs just the one, but it
keeps them going all night long
It is so fun hearing them play
I wish so much that I could stay, but
like the night I must fade away
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