A Song about Nature

Let us be silent and incline our ears
Unto the wild world that we hardly hear
Because of our cars and our things that go beep
From when we wake up until after we sleep.

Big bees bumble.
Thunder grumbles.
Birds sing all over the place.

Lightning crackles.
Grackles grackle.
Cicadas scream in your face.

Storms howl and blow
And roosters crow
At the merest hint of light.

Crickets chir-chirp.
Frogs croak and burp
Owls hoot before they take flight.

Nature is noisy
Like the New Joisey
Turnpike in rush hour time.

All things considered,
I’m not that bitter.
At least nature’s not a mime.

Oh,
At least nature’s not a mime.
Yeah,
Nature’s loud most of the time
Oh,
Except certain species of slime
Yuck!
What did you expect? Sondheim?
Ha!
At least nature’s not a mime!

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I jotted down most of this poem/lyric/act of musical mayhem in a 20-minute flurry late last night while waiting for my wife to finish her work day. Between then and when I sat down to finish it on the computer, it had transformed itself into what really does look like song lyrics. And I don’t mean quiet, pensive lyrics like you might hear sung by a winsome 20-something female singer who needs to learn a bit more breath support for her notes. I mean something you might hear in a musical with a title like “The Birds, The Bees, and the Bachelor”, written by a guy who really wants to write a hit musical but can’t stop writing stuff about screaming cicadas. He’s musical theater’s version of The Asylum.

Anyhow, here you go. If you invent a tune in your head as you read it, all the better!

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