Oh, Mockingbird

Oh, Mockingbird, where are you now?
I need your varied song.
Red Robin keeps repeating—how!
His liquid notes too long!

He’s more like a machine, oh yes!
The same thing o’er and o’er!
While your top tunes are happiness
None ever heard before!

O Mighty, fleet inventor—you!
O Man of birds, I say,
Come here with your sweet genius true,
Come now, and make my day!

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