#brumbadrum

The Song of Brumdadrum I'm not a songbird, but I'll sing

I'm not a squirrel 'cause I've got wings

And when I'm sleeping, not awake

I'll dream sometimes of Kings and Snakes

And If I'm hungry when I wake up

Upon bright berries shall I sup

For breakfast, dinner, snack or brunch

Afternoon tea, or supper or lunch

Maybe I'll drum! Eh... maybe I'll not

A nap, I think, would hit the spot

I'll drum later, when hens are about

Right now all this eating has tuckered me out

A nap, a song, a snack, a dream,

Perhaps of a squirrel, feathered, with wings.