| The Duty of the Skylark |
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| When the first rays of sunlight Creep o'er the sky each day, The skylarks up to welcome it, With his melody he'll say: "Rise up, good creatures of the earth, To greet this lovely morn." I've yet to hear a sweeter song, For not since I was born Was there a bird with so much passion For his worldly task; You're sure he isn't self-absorbed, And so, amazed, you ask: Sir, Lark, pray why do you seem to immerse as such in song?" He replies "Well, my friend, I love it very much." So this small minstrel flies around The sunkissed field and lawn, A bard on wings, he sweetly sings The praises of dawn. Onward he goes, he never knows of trouble, pain, or strife, For this bird has the joyous task Of celebrating life. |
| ~Skrang |
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