C C G E
As soon as I open the back door or front
For taking out rubbish, for work or a run
One side of sun rise not anyone stirs
Greeted with a birdsong that makes my mind purr
This is jazz before jazz, soul before Motown
Each day bathe in the exact same sound
A flutter of improvisational tweets
(Although if recorded the notes would repeat)
An R2D2 collection of beeps
Tailed by C C low G up to E
Too too do twee
I quick flick on the last note pushing it sharp
Calms my heart like a Newsom harp
Grounds my roots as though stuck in marsh
Wish this way each day would start
But I’ve yet to see this secret performer
A spring serenader who’ll scoot when it’s warmer
And when it does, I’ll miss those four notes
Around my head all day they float
And when I return in the afternoon or evening
My friend still whistling this tune so pleasing
If someone passes I stop them with glee
Yet no one seems quite as taken as me
Too too do twee
I hear it again
Too too do twee
Meeting with friends
Too too do twee
Teaching a class
Too too do twee
Sweet tune everlasts
Nytheone Matt 