I heard a piercing song that moved in air,
A pleasant song that buoyed me apace.
More singers then approached to join in place;
The mighty wings did carry them through midair.
The sparrows sang the songs of cheer, to share
The joy, the morning brought and to embrace
The world they cheered, that's lost in its own race,
And tried to rob my heart, I was aware.
A multitude of notes and beats to share,
A host of sharps and flats in this affair,
Each singer did its own with so much glare.
The roots of their choir, we can't retrace,
Any choir that's organized, it did outpace.
They did all that, no doubt, with God's good grace.
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