
With only one note
He would tweet night and day
Just this one soulful sound
That was all he could play
He’d spend time alone
Just to work on a tune
But the same note emerged
Every day, night and noon
Nowhere else in the land
Was there such a sad bird
For no-one took delight
In the noise that they heard
Even worms, they would giggle
At this repetitive sound
Saying the rain had more rhythm
When its drops hit the ground
So he worked on his whistle
For all he was worth
And ignored when the others
Gave his nest a wide berth
Yet he longed to make friends
With the birds who could sing
To be part of their concerts
Have a spring in his wing
But he felt so alone
And had no self-belief
Yet with only one note
Could he convey his deep grief
Days and months he spent moping
Feeling sorry for himself
Then realised what he was doing
Was just bad for his health
“I may not be songful
Sing a sweet lullaby
But I’ve something to say
So I must hold my head high”
So he flew branch to branch
Telling all those who’d hear
“I’m the Best One Note Wonder
In the Whole Hemisphere”
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