Mr. Gunderfelt's New Bird Poem by Richard D Remler

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I'm not sure if I like
Mr. Gunderfelt's new bird.
It's a nay-bird, a gray-bird,
A sad-bird, a blue-bird.
It isn't a fish-bird,
A grand-bird,
A wish-bird.
It's a terrible doom-bird,
A bleak-bird,
A gloom-bird.

It used to go Moo
Before it grew so sad.
And now it's so blue
That it never Moo's glad.
It's somber and sorry
And weepy with worry.
Oh, I do hope
Mr. Gunderfelt
Cheers it up
In a hurry!

But gray-birds,
And sad-birds
Are very
Un-glad birds.
They're frumpy,
They're grumpy,
And so very
Sad-birds.
Cheering them up
Is a difficult chore,
When a new-bird,
A Moo-Bird,
Won't Moo
Anymore.

So, I'm crossing
My fingers.
I'm crossing
My toes.
I'm crossing
My eyebrows,
My elbows,
My nose.

And hoping
The best
For my wee
Little friend,
And that
Mr. Gunderfelt's Bird
Will be happy
Again!


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