For My Excellent Birdsong

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Sources are excellent,

And so are you.

Orchids are white,

Ghost ones are rare,

My course is straight,

And so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,

With buds like eggs,

A film is thin,

And so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,

Up to the skies,

Americans are black,

And so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,

Surround the farms,

My hide is tanned,

And so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,

Daffies have style,

Your thing is pretty,

And so is your smile.

A birdsong is beautiful,

Just like you.