What's all that buzzing in the breeze,
These noisy birds, those humming fleas?
The bursting branches of the woods,
The 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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