Happy Dappy

Though the sky-divides were gray
It was a happy-dappy day
As the sun threw arms divine
All around and over mine.

While a-kissin’ through my hair
Lips of April sang me fair.
And the flutter-feathers sweet
Sang their repeats tweet complete.

So I sat a chairy stone
And wrote a happy-dappy poem,
Till my pen ran bare of ink
And all naked I did think.

Then I spied a guy best dressed—
Had two pencils in his vest—
And I bought one—Yes! Hooray!
What a happy-dappy day!

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