When the Birdie Broke the Bell
"Oh, dear birdie, now why did you break the bell?"
asked the ground in its mourning
Having seen the gold bell shattered,
By where the birds went to eat.
And the birdie, all blue in feather
chirped a merry way
and twittered in merry saying
"Because the bell stole my calling
and made the morning high pitched and growing
in monotone and soaring rings
of its clear voice on brass metal
rendering my chirp an extravagant thing."
"Oh, how terrible!"
chimed the wind in mourning
For the bell was a good friend of his.
"Dear birdie, how awful, how crude
for you to steal the bell away."
And to this the birdie sang his song
and covered his ears up
and chirp and chirp he did do
until the blew a southern way.
"Made the wind gone far, you did,"
grunted the green ground.
"Ah, yes I have," said the birdie all smirking
in the only way beaked birds can do
"I can made the wind fly away!"
hailed the birdie as he fluttered.
"But you cannot move me," replied the ground
very still like grounds will be.
"I suppose that's true,"
said the birdie as he fluttered.
"But I can indeed poke you!"
he cried as he ripped a worm from the ground's opening.
"Oh that does sting slightly! But I am use to it, you see,"
said in the ground
"Why did you break the bell?"
asked the worm on which the birdie gulped
"Oh, I've already explained that story!"
exclaimed the saddened birdie
who would not recount his tale again
And he did not, you see
before he swallowed the worm.
"So cruel you are," sighed the low ground
"So cruel I am," cheered the blue birdie
"What of cruelty?" asked the birdie incredulously.
"Why not be cruel?" he pondered again
And the ground did shrug a little
in the only way the ground can shake
And from this shake, uprooted the trees from the earth, and houses from their make.
To this the birdie fluttered high in fear
"Oh, you monster!" he exclaimed
And in response the ground sighed,
and asked what of cruelty to bells
and green trees and human things
could the ground possibly ache?