Dawn, ah! Lying afresh, out in the open,
Invites us from the room’s dark
And welcomes us with a broad laughter,
Much caringly clasping us abreast.
Clear the throats, the Crows in the nests
To compete with the vocalists, Cuckoos
And Cuckoos in a manner assertive
Start singing in their sugary tone
Of a voice contralto, yet having tenor,
Not caring opponents if any.
The athletes, squirrels practice their race
Through the tracks of trees tall
To keep away from the cruel clutches
Of their butchers, the Cats, roaming about
In vain targeting the Squirrels, but
Well-groomed are they in the race art.
The bushes and trees standing there
Are in an amusing mood indeed;
And therefore clap, they well their hands
Shaking their bodies well in speed
In tune with Cuckoos’ melodious tones,
That is clearly audible to listeners.
Performs the Wind boogie-woogie
Wobbling speedily from left to right.
And joins joyfully hands with the band
That the birds and plants have formed.
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