Sing! gangling lad, along the brink <br />Of wild brook-ways of shoal and deep, <br />Where killdees dip, and cattle drink, <br />And glinting little minnows leap! <br />Sing! slimpsy lass who trips above <br />And sets the foot-log quivering! <br />Sing! bittern, bumble-bee, and dove-- <br />Sing! Sing! Sing! <br /> <br />Sing as you will, O singers all <br />Who sing because you _want_ to sing! <br />Sing! peacock on the orchard wall, <br />Or tree-toad by the trickling spring! <br />Sing! every bird on every bough-- <br />Sing! every living, loving thing-- <br />Sing any song, and anyhow, <br />But Sing! Sing! Sing!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-singing/
