Under the canopy of the big elm tree
There’s excitement, a buzz in front of me
Playful butterflies like kites in the skies
Filling the longing in my eyes
Dancing bees looking for plants
Surrounded by a troup of army ants
Croaking bullfrogs steals the show
With A low sounding tuba blow
The crickets Moroccos start to sound
All in one accord, they get loud
Mrs. Robin flies in from out of town
Sits patiently on a branch, not making a sound
Under the canopy of the luxuriant elm tree
Early in the morning is the best place for me
