They say that the baby’s heart..son..
Is the size of it’s closed fist..
And as it grows, to be a person..
The heart that was a closed fist..
Grows to the size of two hands.
Two hands that clasp together
And beat in unison, two hands..
I think that is the message to gather
That as adults, for our hearts to beat
Our hands must hold their clasp together
For our hearts to.. together in unison beat
Waddles the kookaburra..
He lives somewhere far in Australia..I think
All I saw of him was a hasty Insta reel..
There is not much to say,
He is just another Kookaburra ..
And yet.. Yes!
He lightened my heart, the Kookaburra
Paused all my griefs and yearning, his feathers .. I think
All I saw of him was a hasty Insta reel..
But I have this to say..
He just ain’t just another Kookaburra..
He makes me happy for no reason.. I think
All I saw of him was a hasty insta reel
But I have this to say..
He is like you, my distant exotic Kookaburra
You make happy for no rhyme nor reason , I think.
Hence I rhyme for all I can’t say but feel..
Waddles my Kookaburra