Malifaca the Magnificent
Kept me humming for eleven pence.
If the tunes in my mind could make some sense,
I'd be real happy with my sweet gent.
She tumbled, and she bumbled,
And she fumbled her way,
And thought and wrote
Til the break of day.
Her prize a sunrise
As pretty as she's ever seen.
The cool dawn air so moist, crisp, and clean!
Keepin' her vibes a buzzin' and a hummin',
The butterflies wings were quietly strummin'.
Hummingbirds in mid air were suckin' up the dew,
Calling out, "Good morning to you".
Then all of a sudden...
A bird's song broke the silence.
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