THE THRUSH

Oh! I see the buds of Spring.

I my song of gladness sing,

Sing as joyful flowers sprout,

Sing to daffodils just out.

And the farmer welcomes me

On the tall and stately tree.

As he cuts the grassy sod,

As his horses steady plod,

When he hears me sing my song,

Happy, happy, all day long,

He is joyful, he is gay,

He is merry all the day.

 

Torrens Kennedy Age 12

Tullygrawley School