Feb Bluebird

Sing for your supper and sing thru your pain,
Sing for the little girl that lives down the lane.

Sing for the clouds and the waving oak trees,
Sing for the flowers and the busy buzzin’ bees.

Sing a song of courage for those that pay the cost,
Sing a song for the wanderers who all seem so lost.

Sing a song for children in all their innocent ways,
Sing a song of winter nights and bright spring days.

Sing for the sad and sing for the poor,
Sing for the dead who don’t worry anymore.

Sing for the lovers and sing for the saints,
Sing for the good and for the rest of us that aint.

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