Like it or not it is the best place to be in the MORNING.
The mimosa; often where I did meet MOURINE.
Pretty thing, she caught me with her charm as she danced the "HOLA"
In a trance, her cold lips whispered in my ear "DARLING"
Gosh 'twas just a dream stolen by the vapid noise of the STARLING.
Parked at the lake where we surely were't strangers
A Starling momma thought her babies were in danger
She flew at my head
Pecking away to my dread
Till I ran in terror trying to save my old brainer