"A Nightingale's Fare Well"

Now a mellifluous tune,

rings in thine ear-

Of honey and amber,

And all which is quaint.

              Of hills and trees,

these birds will sing song of saviors, as I sink

by the sap and ring along.

        And by the by we hasten to say,

     These colorful tunes are all but

a nightingale's fare well-

From whence she was captured and now, set par libertad-

              by capable hands, whose words consequently-

fell by

means of eclectic harmonies.