David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Riff on Lainey's Feathers


I'll get a feather;
You get a feather;
Make that two or three;
Tickle me on the neck,
I'll tickle you on the knee;
We'll use the feathers
To fly away
Laughing as we rise;
Oh how happy we shall be
Soaring in the sky;

And when the evening
Settles down
We'll spread the feathers
On the ground
Forming there
A bowered nest
Where in comfort
We may rest;
And then we'll play
Our feather game
And laugh and laugh and laugh
Utnil our laughter does exhaust
Two cuckoo birds of fame.

Submitted: Thursday, May 08, 2014

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