What's all this buzzing in the breeze,
These noisy birds, these humming fleas?
The bursting branches of the woods,
These calling loons, misunderstood;
There's such a screeching in the Spring,
Must every flower loudly ring?
Must lovers murmur on the grass,
Must mallards cackle as they pass?
Oh silent Life in darkened bars!
Oh neon lights, Oh whiskey jars!
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