By Harem
Date: 16 April 2001
~ The Nightengale Calls ~
The Nightengale calls, all night and all day
Persuasive sweet song, trying to say
What's in his heart, what he desires
Releasing his wants, who he admires
His melody warbles, deep from his throat
Projecting his love, with each treble note
Straining each stanza, achieving perfection
Pouring his heart out, in her direction
Molding his song, making it mellow
Giving it wings, painted in yellow
Lyrics of passion, formed without words
Attracting attention, of feminine birds
Many will listen, enjoy the sweet song
Meant to persuade , and bring her along
To his direction, to his radiant gaze
Charmed by his singing, each lovely phrase
One little damsel, will heed his sweet call
Repond to his voice, in love with him fall
Be drawn to his way, and to his nest
Recognize him, above all the rest
The Nightengale calls, he knows what to say
With words made of melody, in his own special way
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