Oh Starling, Sing Me a Song
Starling, oh Starling, sing me a song,
A melody bright, swift, and strong.
Not just a note, not just a tune,
But sounds to reflect the light of the moon.
Sing me a song of Mozart’s delight,
The trills of dawn, the echoes of night.
Make it shimmer, make it free,
Make it soar—make it just for me!
With feathered grace and clever cheer,
You turn notes to something clear—
Not just a mirror, not just the same,
But a gift of music, a spark, a flame.
Oh Starling, my Starling before you take flight,
Sing me a song that you’ve shaped just right.
As the songs you wrote with Mozart still play,
And in every trill that flies away.
Starling, oh Starling, sing me also a song,
Let music live ever-new, let it belong.
Let each note ring, let each note be free—
A gift of joy sing, a gift just for me.

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