When even the crickets

Have retired for the night

When the stars start to fade

Into morning twilight

A song of sorrow, a song of glee

Dances lightly, fancy-free

A soundtrack for dreamers

A tune for insomniacs

A greeting for the morning

As daybreak starts to crack

A proverbial promise

The new day will bring

A Mockingbird Mocking

Songs the other birds sing