Above all I trust the mockingbird
In my pomegranate tree
Will be there when I look up
Or will soon be back
He has his territorial obligations
But comes home to practice his singing
As if he was on his way to Broadway
Or paradise or The Paradise Shack
He has such dedication to the song
My guru and my music master
He rouses me in the middle of the night
For yet another lesson another whack
On the back he whispers grasshopper
Listen you have only have a few days
Before your final audition
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