Make way for morn’s ducklings,

Even with bills unpaved,

For waddlers with wayleave,

Cross routes both wild and waved. ; )

For the holy sparrow in each of us abides by a liturgy of latitudinarianism: chirping charity, peeping peace, and tweeting tolerance. ; )

Story of our spirits’ connection:

Tactile textuary tells not of walks on water,

But of pulse points towards a lovingest everhold. ; )

Lepidoptera of lea do tell,

Of a time when the English dell,

Was protected by a bunny crew,

Regarding cocoons freshly new.

So, when a conflagration came,

From the farmer bent to maim,

And Peter requested compurgation,

To prevent incarceration,

Both Aunt Enna and Polly Net,

Allied with their bun-friend in fret,

Because flappers and hoppers know,

When life is low, best be a bro. ; )

Gelid breeze sticks its icy sting to grove’s denizens, whose trunks counter with siloed solarity a la a piccalilli’s heat versus dessert’s freezer-burned treat. ; )