wan sirius pome

Beckon, whom is a peecefull, nonpolluting naychur-laver.

I herd

I herd wan cardinal tweeting hern song
Fram three bloks aweigh
Whilst leeves did russell in tha wind
Thairn krakling sound was cleer

I herd wan man tokking on tha fone acrosst that street
saying I lave you stay helthy
whilst hisn fone frend laffed and
sed yes i will you too mine frand

I herd the sound of ourn son shining
Bright rays hitting on tha sidewok
Whilst wan rat digged wan
Nest to welcome menny nu babies to this whirled

I herd tha whirled is kwiet now
No planes nor no trucks
Whilst wild animals ken be herd
Letting out wan sigh of releef and joy.

Tha End