Days bright sun,
Wakes the world.
Leaving the blackbird,
To finish its song.
At noon the cook-coo,
Leaves it’s little house.
So we all,
Will gather to dine.
Nights dark blankets,
Shut out the light.
So the owls,
Can rule their domain.
Days bright sun,
Wakes the world.
Leaving the blackbird,
To finish its song.
At noon the cook-coo,
Leaves it’s little house.
So we all,
Will gather to dine.
Nights dark blankets,
Shut out the light.
So the owls,
Can rule their domain.
Writing(s) by Anna 