Babble little bird babblem

Taijas Sharma

Babble little bird babble
Please tell me
Where did you roll
All my pebbles?
Free and fierce!
Joy and jovial
Where didst those knights go?
Their loved Hoe and dear Hammer.
Where didst their proud heightshave worn?
Those old combatants’ seductive charmer.
Babble little bird babble.
Please at once
Come to the sight of young dreams.
Please at once
Walk the steps of young feet.
Free and fierce!
Joy and jovial.
O, cedar and cyclone
Over the face of an old clown
Pour in some water, wind and rain
Wash the shore, farm and land.
Babble little bird babble.
Here listens to this fanfare
The lighting crops and season are free frost
Here listens to this hubbub
Clapping, chanting and cleaning off the old rust.
Babble little bird babble.
Here they return, here they return
O, vales and forests, mounts and lands
Here they are striding, hear them whistling
Standing and scaling, tallest on the grass.
Free and fierce!
Joy and jovial.
Babble little bird babble
Please tell me
Where do they stand
Over the mountains?
Over the farm?